the foot of your bed All rolled up in a ball I know your heart is in the right place Why does it hurt? Your head is in you lap babe Why does it hurt?
gotta make payments and for everyone, everyday it's the same shit Big brother wants us all to put it in a statement But it's built on lies like the Bush
pair of tyrants Man you know, this is why I'm down in deep indigo And I sleep really poor, on the circumstance floor Anyway, how's stress, does it still
