My Place

The chair’s in the corner
The pens are in the drawer
The carpet is blue
And a lock is on the door
The shades are drawn
My rope is on the rafter
The TV echoes the sound of Muppet laughter
I know my place and it knows me
Everyone’s nice and everything’s free
I’ll stand right here
I’ll hide my face
No I won’t talk
I know my place
It’s a world of no anger
A world of scotch and wine
A world of common sense
A world that is mine
Tripping in my room
A place where I can sing
I never want to leave
A place where I am king
From wall to wall is nineteen years
Fifteen feet and ninety-nine beers
From wall to wall is ninety-nine years
Fifteen feet and ninety-nine beers
You’re fucking me up, Kurt