Do you feel like a chain-store 
practically flored 
One of many zeros 
kicked around bored 
Your ears are full, but you're empty 
holding out your heart 
to people who never really 
care how you are 


So give me coffee and TV 
Peacefully 
I've seen so much, I'm going blind 
And I'm brain-dead virtually 
Sociability 
is hard enough for me 
take me away from this big bad world 
and agree to marry me 
so we can start over again. 

Do you go to the country 
it isn't very far 
There's people there who'll hurt you 
'cos of who you are 
your ears are full of their language 
there's wisdom there you're sure 
'till the words start swirling/slurring 
and you can't find the door