In This Room Cedar Street Sluts

Sitting in this room, dark and gloom
Four walls seem to me to be Hell
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 phony and 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

But in this room, all dark and gloom
Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside my tomb
Oh, in this room
All dark and gloom, all by myself
I'm making love to myself inside this room

Sitting in this room
I want to cry, I want to cry, 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