Shower Song

Feels like I am getting old
Pondering about the earth’s formation
Feels like I’m all worn out
Searching for something new to pass the day
Oh I’m so tired of being inside
Only friends allowed are cigarettes and rye
I think I lost touch with what is, what was, what has been, or what’s gonna be
So tired of being inside
Only friends allowed are whisky and rye
Summer’s rather getting close
I was saving up for a grand vacation
Suddenly my hearts gone cold
I am picking up a little depression
I’m so tired of being inside
Only friends allowed are cigarettes and rye
I think I lost touch with what is, what was, what has been, or what’s gonna be
So Tired of being inside
Only friends allowed are whisky and rye
The distance to the bedroom
Is getting longer
The resistance to religion
Is wearing down
It’s a crisis of existence
A mandated omission
It’s a warning in a distance
I’m so tired of being inside
Only friends allowed are cigarettes and rye
I think I lost touch with what is, what was, what has been, or what’s gonna be
So Tired of being inside
Only friends allowed are whisky and rye…