All I want is a room somewhere.
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh wouldn't it be lover-ly?
Somewhere, out beyond always being wrong, being the one to blame. Bing dragged down into your Jesus-imposed drudgery.
Where's an Anthony Blanché when you need one?
So tired of your same old condemn, forgive, condemn, forgive. Your roller coaster ride has come to a complete stop. No matter what I do, it'll never be good enough for your holy morals. I'm a sinner in your eyes. No matter. Your eyes have been poked out.
Doesn't matter anyways, I'm at peace with the dolphins in the sea, the woods and the trees. Leave me be, let me go.
I want to roam. To leave. To get out and never return, once and for all.
Til death do us part. This is my call. Nothing is Something Worth Doing...always.
Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
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