So if I hit the big lottery, I’m gonna build me a house with a staircase that has a One Way sign, pointing up, and a second staircase with a One Way sign, pointing down. And a third staircase that ends in a blank wall.
What else should I include in my plans? 
I hope you get a guy named Jack to build it, ya’ll. Remember that house.
Well, I do know that it will be a very, very, very fine house.
It should be built of stone and light.
green pepper walls and water ice
tables of paper wood, windows of light
It must be far away from the cold night air.
Remember, though: a house is not a home.
It should be on the roadside, made out of rattlesnake hide.
It should have a chiney, way on top, made from a human skull.
Love’s the only house, though.
Make sure it’s in the middle of your street.
Some cats, yeah, two cats for the yard?
CMC fnord!
And hopefully it will be your castle and your keep, in the middle of your street.
Edit: Noooooo! shakes fist at Hal Briston I stand by the castle and keep thing, though.
It takes more than a hammer and nails to make a house a home.
(Although you’ll probably still need the hammer and nails.)
When you finish it, please could you let me know what’s behind the green door?
If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening
All over this land
I’d hammer out danger
I’d hammer out a warning
I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
just don’t build your house in New Orleans and call it the rising sun
Remember to fix the hole in the roof where the rain gets in AND keeps your mind from wandering.
Home is where I want to be… Make it up as we go along… I guess that this must be the place.
My house’s out of the ordinary… No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin’ yet.
Tin roof… rusted!
There’s always something happening and it’s usually quite loud.
Save us from the ball & chain!
Don’t forget that you’ll need both a top floor AND a bottom buzzer!
One person’s funhouse is another’s madhouse. [not a lyric, just an observation.]
She came in through the bathroom window.
Mirror in the bathroom, please talk free
The door is locked, just you and me…
…Drift gently into mental illness.
I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood,
Blue on the walls…
Don’t make it a two-story house, with grandeur, but there’s no love about.