They say the fifteenth story is the natty place in town​
But it changes its complexion when effing lift breaks down​
Cause of my anxiety, I’m cranky and I’m riled​
Super tells me it will be without power for a while

And it’s unsatisfactory​
Now I curse the stairs I’m given​
Interspersed with some blaspheme’​
And I wheeze instead of breathe​
And I whinge and gripe and seethe​
Oh, I b*tch I’m not beneath​
Fifteenth story...

I quake at endless stairwells that on me, have been imposed​
Fifteenth story: can I opt-y out? Fifteenth story: man, it blows
Sense of humor kind of falters with these groc’ry that I bought​
When I ‘m cursing meat and bread loaves with every step I trot

But I – I curse at that gravity
Makes excursion unforgiving​
And I curse ascendancy
And a bliss descent would be​
As a cliff this seems to me​
Oh, I wish could move from the​
Fifteenth story...

My knees cave with severity, my back’s startin’ to screech​
And I’ve a hateful elevator rage ‘cus it’s conked and left me beached​
Now my heart’s a-beat like thunder when that bleedin’ penthouse gained​
Fifteen stories of endless flights and I’m a little unrestrained

And it’s – it’s unsatisfactory​
I’ve a cure – this strife I’m living:​
I’ll procure vacation-y​
Inn efficiency, you’ll see​
Oh, how swish that it will be​
Oh, relish that height won’t be​
Fifteenth story...