the tensions rising
i sense an uprising
down in the basement
our current arrangement
the balls on the floor
a globe of blue color
the tables off there
black and standing bare
well it would be if it was clean
least thats what i mean
the walls are white
and that's a sight
the airs clear
at least over here
and the clothes are stacked
thats a fact
the rooms a mess
full of shit i'll confess
but i need it gone
before too long
we wont be here much
but while we're round and such
lets make this mess
something a little more pressed
headaches killin
and god willin
we'll bout outa here
in under a year...
been in ohio
too long you know
the midwest
ain't the best
and im british
and feel flittish
i want out
how does that come about
my friends are degreed
meanwhile i wanna be freed
arguments in heat
there's really no need
but that seems to be our way
least thats it today
and thats how i feel
and this is my schpeal
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