With a good view of a wall and wander in the hall I sit on my bed and cut my fingernails I try on a shirt I bought at a jumble sail
Here we go down the drain records and tea are all life means to me
My brain goes at 45 my body at 33 I just cannot work out why 'cause all I drink is tea I live in one room with a good view of a wall and now and again
I set my clock to my watch I'm not sure which is right I live here day and night
I take all my cloths along to the laundromat Watch them go round and round and think my life's just like that I live in one room with a good view of a wall But really that's not such a bad view after all
Here we go down the drain Records and tea are all life means to me