Текст песни G.G. Allin - In This Room
G.G. Allin - In This Room слова песни
Sitting in this room, dark and gloomFour walls look to me to be HellSitting in this room sucks so badAnd I might as well be off in jailEverybody outside these walls to me seem so plasticThey seem so phony and so unrealThey tell you do this, don`t do thatDo this, don`t do thatDo this, don`t do thatDo this, don`t do thatDo this, don`t do thatIt makes me sickIn this room, dark and gloomFour walls of Hell, I`d rather be inside a tombOh, in this room with my needle and my spoon, all by myselfI`m making love to myself inside this roomSitting in this room I want to dieI want to die, I want to dieDeath is in this roomAnd you know death is often these days on my mindI`m sick, I`m sickI`m sick, I`m sickI`m sick, I`m sickI`m sick, I`m sickI`m sick and all things must pass away some dayBut in this room, all dark and gloomFour walls of Hell, I`d rather be inside my tombOh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon, by myselfI`m making love to myself inside this roomOh, in this room, with my needle and my spoonAnd a bottle in my arm, pills in my mouth in this roomOh, in this room, four walls of Hell inside this roomI`m making love to myself inside this roomSitting in this room, I want to dieI want to die, I want to die