the televisions on

the televisions on
and the cider's poured
beds comfy
and the lady's ignored
windows are closed
and the airs cold
the air conditioning
seems pretty old
my girls out gone
she's out at the place
gettin clothes done
at a reasonable pace
a man yesterday
asked us our opinion
tryin to get a cheap spot
but we didnt know of one
the snarls and stares
are everywhere
you can't escape 'em
its not quite fair
but as we sit
in the room
we wonder about
what to do
and times pass slow
when youve got nothing to do
but they say boredom
can make you do something new
alot of films
have been made when theyre bored
and i guess thats key
could be your own lord
luxery here
is everywhere
and its not worth the cash
and its really not fair
the old streets
are bumpy as fuck
and theyre not worth the preservation
but might be good luck
and the towns pretty old
the people pretty weird
we'll walk around town
probably feared.

the vaccuum's started

the vaccuum's started
as the lady's comin
better beware
if you're slummin
the streets outside
covered with people
seldem seen
are the church steeples
the benches in parks
dogs on leashes
the people of here
are of a different species
you cant be friendly
theyre all trying to stare
snarling faces
pasted everywhere
everythings old
the rules are strict
feel kinda bored
as they issue an edict
the foods expensive
and not that great
comes from the sea
a fishy fate
the nets that get 'em
cast in the morning
sailors out
never caught snoring
theyve got old boats
big sailing ships
walk on streets
just like this
grab a bite
and have a word
they like to fight
mums the word
play the pubs
and leave by ten
they dont want you
ever again
and thats the way
they like it here
keep your head down
live in fear

room is dim

room is dim
and im startin to write
these people suck
and im startin to fight
feels better
got a short fuse
fight 'em off
avoid the abuse
dont let 'em push you
people forget their place
misery should be avoided
respect my space
but instead they push
and shoulder my shoulder
kinda weird
like a human boulder
leave the sidewalk
and talk in the park
people with crowds
town in the dark
itchy face
shower waitin
paste in the sink
women faintin
skin surprises
uptight fools
fight too much
too many rules
back home, columbus
the people doubt
when i say wales
think im a lout
but thats their mistake
dont know better
better this way
i need a sweater
wind is cold
with the ac on
steps in the hallway
a porcelain jon
tables shift
and chair in place
gotta admit
dont mind this place

havent written in awhile

havent written in awhile
kinda outa practice
but at least i can speak them
thats an improvement on this
before i couldnt do that
couldnt speak my words to
there's nobody here
just me and you
and things come out better
when you speak em out loud
its better like this
perhaps i could be proud
its kinda cold here
but thats alright
there's alot of people
i'd like to fight
but i swore against that
no longer a fighter
anita doesnt smoke
dont have a lighter
the trains are loud
and the breaks are bad
the drivers are same
makes me mad
and i dont think this
was i thought
when i drove over
had a different plot
but im here now
things seem different
not quite the same
perhaps we were missent
days go by
and i hardly go out
there's lots of cars
and cops about
never at night
just in the day
through the window
beep and bray
horses in parks
preserved by people
probably huddling
under steeples

am i wastin my time

am i wastin my time
in this horrible city
cobblestone streets
perhaps its fitting
the foods not bad
if you dont mind dying
the people here
feel like crying
victorian ways
and uptight people
they're huddlin around
the old church steeple
everythings old
preserved too much
keepin out the new
the control is clutch
we wont live here
not like this
things've gone sour
we got the winter kiss
the cars in the garage
packed to go
we might hop in
will we leave i dunno
but new yorks nearby
smoggy but full
expensive as fuck
but not at all dull
that might be the ticket
for us over here
this place isnt great
worse than i'd feared
i met some old friends
over in the old town
an old girlfriend of mine
with whom id fooled around
gave her a hug
and had a long talk
met at a bar
and went for a walk
she's just a bitch
with her closed off ways
never answerin her phone
and with that dead gaze

they said it'd be great

they said it'd be great
but what a lie
the people here
like to play i spy
they stare out the corner
of their folded eyes
i dont really like
the sight of these guys
we've tried to meet people
done the club thing
went to a place
where people sing
they dont let her in
got a limit on age
kinda strange
threw her into a rage
so im writin songs
about what ive seen
the people here
really quite mean
segregated town
and the weathers rundown
cops on horses
and there's strangers around
we're in an apartment
payin out the ass
more than its worth
but lifes a gas
my girls out now
buyin things
got my guitar
and the truth rings
this place's no good
the people bad
the foods alright
the place a fad
they called it irish
but its just boring
trains are dead
people practically snoring
and the musics shit
got no life
people in bars
absent of strife

got the radio on

got the radio on
im lyin in bed
the doors are closed
ideas in my head
wanna fly around the country
see some places
we needa pick a school
and meet some new faces
parents are crazy
and the religions bad
gene simmons had the right idea
yamica drove him mad
i took off my cap
did my own thing
better live free
see what days'll bring
too many ties
people bind themselves up
too many rules
bound since we were pups
but the worlds not bad
if you stay away from poison
there's lots of good
if it's bad avoid 'em
lotta bad people
led me astray
but i got away
had a better day
they're locked away
with their folks
wastin their lives
their dreams a joke
they'd pull me down
if they had a chance
but i got saved
by my current romance
so im in a new town
in a new city
cobblestone streets
seem quite fittin
englands away
across the ocean
supposed to be the place
where we'll keep our lives in motion