Wrong Chair

I'm listening with both ears covered

Can't hear those lies

I'm watching with both eyes shaded

I still defy

Oh you fill my head

That dirt, it causes mind pollution

Oh push me with your fuck extreme solution

The screaming hat of angry shrieks and never makes a sound

I blink my bloodshot eyes and kick the ground

Why don't you do something to help me?

I'm sick and tired of sitting in the Wrong Chair

If you have something to day than say it

I'm damned if I ain't sitting in the Wrong Chair

Sitting... sitting in the Wrong Chair

I'm running but my feet are walking

But still I try

We suffer and you just keep talking

I don't know why

Oh your schizophrenic attitude

Beats nails into my knee

Oh you raise the lid and set the chaos free

The parasitic rats live off my back

Take everything they can

Here's a finger. Spin on it, sick man!

Why don't you do something to help me?

I'm sick and tired of sitting in the Wrong Chair

If you have something to day than say it

I'm damned if I ain't sitting in the Wrong Chair

Spin on it, sick man!