Sitting in My Room
Wasting my time again
Better go outside
Better run outside
where the fuck are they, all gone away
Where the fuck are you?
Don't you know I miss you
walking down the streets
Without using my feet
All I need is to switch on my tv set
20 kinds of shit to chose from and wait
living in my room
And I don't feel no pain
I've become completly numb
No need to run
sitting in my armchair
Waiting for your call
Who's gonna make it
Will I receive it?
Writer/s: Burning Heads