Townhouse for Sale Lyrics

Six in the morn

The noise is in my brain

Keeping me from eating socks

The noise machine it cuts

through my brain

Not to say the incessant knocks

And that music

Flowing through my brain

Really seems to be a mock

Why’s it so hot

It’s burning my brain

I can’t stand this noxious pox

Carry me away I can not be today

Just want all of the time to fade away

Let the ego melt become the sludge

That oozes out of your favorite video game rendering device

Woo hoo!

La la

Empty Shell

On the couch

Empty shell

On the couch

Empty Shell

The book is gone

It is hiding on the

Big city train

Pavement and Sun

I will be passing on

The darkness will reign

Rain falls down

As I am gazing on

There is no hydroplane

Noise at my side

As I am getting on

All efforts are in vain

I just want to go where I can be

Left alone until I wake up naturally

Well it might be baleful and it might be wicked

But I can’t look away

But there is one thing that I really

Need to do today

Woo hoo!

La la

Listening on

Nothing else

Listening on

Nothing Else

Listening on