I want to tell you a little story   'Bout a party that went all right   But went all wrong   I want to tell you a little story   'Bout a party in this song      It happened back in '93   In the Pittsburgh punk rock scene   An event that will go down, in infamy      It was all the master plan   Of one legendary punk rock kid   His name was, 'Spaz', S P A Z      An eviction notice sent to his house   Sparked off an idea   "I should have one last party at my place"      So off he set with his master plan   The invitations in his hand read   You're invited to my house destruction party      Spaz's house destruction party   It was chaos with no end   If you were crazy enough   To make the house destruction party   Then you know, you're lucky that you lived      We played there St. Patrick's Day   With submachine and the bad genes   In a basement full of debris      From kicked in doors, broken glass   Kicked in walls the place was trashed   The house was now missing its support beams      The bathrooms had no toilets   Or sinks left in them   There was nothing   In the kitchen left to break      Aus rotten spray painted on walls   Drunk punks passed out in the halls   And this was just the second night   Or a three-day long part      Spaz's house destruction party   It was chaos with no end   If you were crazy enough   To make the house destruction party   Then you know, you're lucky that you lived      The cops showed up and all the kids   Went piling out the back   I remember running away and hiding out   In the lot behind the squirrel hill Mellon bank      The cop said, "I want to speak   To someone who lives here"   And this punk kid said she did   He asked, "Is this the condition   This house has always been in?"   She answered, " Ah, yeah, it is      Spaz's house destruction party   It was chaos with no end   If you were crazy enough   To make the house destruction party   Then you know, you're lucky that you lived