january's come again

january's come again
we;re sittin here in a man made pen
penning songs and wastin time
wishin for a camera
we've got plans
big plans in store
we're gonna go on a big trip
we'll see seven different cities
the car's ready to go
but i dont know if we are
its a very comfortable place here
the foods good
the pillows are comfy
the airs fuckin warm
more than i could fuckin say about my place
but still
we've got fuckin work to do
and it's not gettin done without us
there's a demo to spit out
phone calls to be made
open mics to be hit
yeah there's alot of work to be done
posters
badges
we need to figure out our set list
but we spend yet another day here
this place is toxic
its feels great
but it drains your soul
and it passes your time
it draws you in like a siren
and then holds you captive
while the world turns around you
and you struggle to leave
but you can't
you're held in place by some strange force
and all you can see are the beautiful sirens right in front of ya
when you do manage to leave, you've aged
you've grown a beard
you've gained weight
you're muscles have disappeared
your mind is blank
your energy sapped
your body adrift
its a damaging thing this
who says luxery can't fuckin kill ya
it kills your fuckin spirit
to really have some sort of a soul, you need to fuckin rough it
this fuckin lap of luxerys killin the drive
and the drives all thats drivin us
and when thats fuckin gone we've got nothin fuckin left
so we need to fuckin get outa this place
we need to fuckin get outa here now