possessions replacing old friends,
i guess this is how life ends.
the things we have worked so hard to construct,
it's only the beginning.
you're through, you're through.
i'm done with you.
get your damn ass out the door.
get back to staring at the floor.
open scrapbook on the floor,
a memory that makes me ill.
let's get stimulated with channel four.
just sit around and close the door.
possessions replacing old friends,
i guess we'll just all pretend.
the things we have worked so hard to construct,
it's only the beginning.
you're through, you're through.
i'm done with you.
get your damn ass out the door.
get back to staring at the floor.
you're working harder than before.
clean out that perfect little room.
make all your sins and still die young.
it all works out for one-in-ninety-four.
i'm done, we're finished.
and you can stay at your post.
make nothing out a mile a minute.
i'm tired of all this shit.
go back to staring at the wall,
don't wanna be anything at all.
don't wanna be anything at all.
don't wanna be anything at all.