Stale sitcoms
And cigarettes, they burn my palms
Another day looms
Another day looms
And wait in line
Number thirty five's coming round
Sir what have I found?
Sir what have I found?
Godspeed these plans
No escape from these lands
And Morning chores
The morning chill through the cracks in my door
Please wake me at four
Please wake me at four
And I was wrong
I built this house you know it fell down
Sir, what have I found?
Sir, what have I found?
Godspeed these plans
No escape from these lands
Calling up my favourite band
Said I loved you from these lands
Oh, settle down for me
