Couch Boy
Sometimes the news bums me out It doesn't get me off the couch where I belong I guess as world problems never seem to rest
Am I afraid, God, yes I am Won't somebody tell me why my TV Claims we're born to die like this
Communicate, don't seperate Don't instigate a world of hate Comtemplate the situation Negotiate those lazy ways We've gone to far to slip away
Situation is an open invitation And all this time we've had to change it Now it's time to face it
Lazy, I am Realistically, what can I do I'll leave it up to the rest of you Yo uwouldn't like my point of view anyway
How can I stand aside and watch the wear world go by? It's easy, you see, when you haven't got a window Just a screen
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