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03. ///Black Sheets.
Inside its safe, its safe
and warm,
inside the tv's on and on and on///
Nothing to do, nothing to say,
no one to talk to, nowhere to go. ///
Nothing to think, nothing to write,
nothing to eat, nothing to drink ///
Nothing to do, nothing to say,
no one to talk to, nowhere to go.///
Outside I see the snow, the
snow,
inside I feel that time moves so slow///
I don't have a place to go so I'll stay,
my cancer sore turning so grey today.///
Sorority girls with topless shirts,
making my ankles hurt just so hurt.///
With me theres no reason to flirt, I'm dirt,
I've nothing to say and I've got no shirt.///
Cold and wet day keeps me
inside,
one more day to stay where I am.
I slide off the road, off the road,
black sheets of ice, black sheets of ice.///
Here's some more of my
civilization and its discontents,
I don't think and therefore wherefore art thou my
job,
spouse, smile, and suntan?///
I've got black sheets on my bed,
and on my street and by the river.
I've got black sheets on my bed,
and I'll streak by the river.///
Magazines with models
pouting,
coffee consumed for no reason,
plans laid out, but I'm trapped right here,
slide down the street on black sheets of
ice.
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