The Red Barons - Junior Hypochondriac

Got snot stains on my sleeve
Toilet paper to catch my seed
Box of frozen food for me to feed on
Junior hypochondriac with no motivation or future planned
I don't wanna be nothing but there's nothing I wanna be
Potted table flowers sit
On my rotted mind
Cellar sitting time
Myself defined
Well I'm just another citizen
Subject to the land I'm living in
Got a car and a wife and a house and I'm fitting in
Potted table flowers sit
On my rotted mind
Cellar sitting time
Myself to find
Paper on my tongue gasoline in my lungs
Take me to a place where I can have a little bit of fun
Claim to know myself before it's over
Potted table flowers sit
On my rotted mind
Cellar sitting time
Myself defined

Written by:
Robert Gilroy

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