In This Room — текст песни (G.G. Allin)

Sitting in this room, dark and gloom
Four walls look to me to be Hell
Sitting in this room sucks so bad
And I might as well be off in jail

Everybody outside these walls to me seem so plastic
They seem so phony and so unreal

They tell you do this, don`t do that
Do this, don`t do that
Do this, don`t do that
Do this, don`t do that
Do this, don`t do that
It makes me sick

In this room, dark and gloom
Four walls of Hell, I`d rather be inside a tomb
Oh, in this room with my needle and my spoon, all by myself
I`m making love to myself inside this room

Sitting in this room I want to die
I want to die, I want to die

Death is in this room
And you know death is often these days on my mind

I`m sick, I`m sick
I`m sick, I`m sick
I`m sick, I`m sick
I`m sick, I`m sick
I`m sick and all things must pass away some day

But in this room, all dark and gloom
Four walls of Hell, I`d rather be inside my tomb
Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon, by myself
I`m making love to myself inside this room

Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon
And a bottle in my arm, pills in my mouth in this room
Oh, in this room, four walls of Hell inside this room
I`m making love to myself inside this room

Sitting in this room, I want to die
I want to die, I want to die