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Chained To The Couch Tab

by The Devil Makes Three


                              
Well it’s hot like ouch and I’m chained to the couch
                      
And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth 
                                                     
Like a thousand words circuits burst crowd screaming hear comes the hearse 
                                                      
And I’m jumping now out of my chest as the crowds begin to scream 
                                                   
And the winos wait into the bar rooms to drink away the dreams 
                                                        
And I can hear years’ worth of traffic outside on that dirty street 
                                                           
I can see the lights turn from red to black to blue to brown to green
                                              
And I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
                                              
Yes I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
                       
                                                                                       
     When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and 
                                           
     As I grow older this becomes true more and more
                                   
     Now I’m just staring out that open door
                                            
I should be screaming but I aint got no tears no more
                                        
I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
                                      
I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more

                                       
Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me
                                                           
Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
                                                
Now there just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath 
                                               
Trying to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds
                                                          
     Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit
                                         
It’s like pull aim click bang soar and shoot
                                                         
And the rain and the wind they lick my skin till its freezing smooth
                                         
And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
                                            
Oh yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds

                                                                                       
     When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and 
                                           
     As I grow older this becomes true more and more
                                   
     Now I’m just staring out that open door
                                               
I should be screaming but I aint got those tears no more
                                              
I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
                                            
I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more

                                              Kevin ,
                                              Inspired by Andy Social