There’s a poison in the air
Smells like sleeping gas
There’s a fat guy on tv
Playing modern jazz
There’s a woman on your mind
You kissed in the well
There’s a past that you can’t sell

A wild party’s going on
In the neighbourhood
Dirty dishes on the floor and leftover food
You keep moving on your couch you can’t really rest
Feel uneasy as a guest

Cast away cast away cast away
Trying to remember where you put the old toys
Waste your day waste your day
Waste your day
Playing solitaire but you feeling no joy
Definitely feeling no joy

Bad times in your happiness plans
You made up one day in the sun
Bad days in your happiness bag
You filled up when you were so young
And yet this dark day is not done

You would like to meet some friends
But you hate them all
You would like to kiss her lips
But you despise her words
Maybe you can have a drink
But then who’s gonna tell
Where’s the toilet here in hell

You know
That somewhere there must be a smile
In a drawer of your desk
You go and look for it among a pile
But you just find a note they left:
“if you want to have some fun
Unlock the safety of your gun”