Sitting In This Room

Sitting in this room
 Dark and gloom
 Four walls look to me
 To be held
 Sitting in this room
 Sucks so bad
 I might as well
 Be off in jail
 Everybody outside these walls to me
 Seem so plastic
 They seem so phoney
 It's so unreal
 They tell you
 Do this, don't do that
 Do this, don't do that
 Do this, don't do that
 Do this, don't do that
 Do this, don't do that
 It makes me sick
 In this room
 Dark and gloom
 Four walls of Hell
 I'd rather be inside a tomb
 Oh, in this room
 With my needle and my spoon all by myself
 I'm makin' love to myself
 Inside this room
 Sitting in this room
 I want to die
 I want to die
 I want to die
 Death is in this room
 And you know death
 Is often these days
 On my mind
 I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick
 I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick
 And all things must pass away
 Someday
 But in this room
 All dark and gloom
 Four walls of Hell
 I'd rather be inside my tomb
 Oh, in this room
 With my needle and my spoon by myself
 I'm makin' love to myself
 Inside this room
 Oh, in this room
 With my needle and my spoon
 And a bottle in my arms, pills in my mouth
 In this room
 Oh, in this room
 Four walls of Hell inside this room
 I'm makin' love to myself
 Inside this room
 Sitting in this room
 I want to die
 I want to die
 I want to die