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Someone is sleeping on my street,
I step over them because I need my coffee,
Someone is playing in the hall,
I hope they don't grow up at all,
And burn my house down
I don't think I ever sleep,
There are too many things I need,
I don't think I ever sleep,
There's nothing here I really need
Someone smells like piss and shit,
I guess it's only appropriate,
If you could see my elbow,
Still, I know my liquor store,
And what's in the rice and beans,
While I have nothing to move
I don't think I ever sleep,
There are too many things I need,
I don't think I ever sleep,
There's nothing here I really need
My landlord's coming around again,
And I don't catch a word he says,
I guess it's not important,
Junkies lying in the hall,
It's not romantic here at all,
It's just a cheap excuse to be driven to drink,
Driven to drink, driven to drink,
Driven to drink, driven to drink, driven to drink,
Driven to drink, driven to drink, driven to drink,
Driven to drink, driven to drink, driven to drink
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower