Room With a View

First thing he does when he climbs out of bed

He searches out a place to drink his daily bread

He wraps himself up tight in alcohol

It keeps him warm at night, like grandmas shawl

When he was a child, with everything planned

And his body was clean

Now he sits all alone

In a room with a view of the brick wall he's run into

Life has a way of leaving people like him stained

First thing she does when she goes out at night

She sells a smile to get what fills her inside

She brings plenty home and slowly gets stoned in a room by herself

She sits all alone in a room with a view of the brick wall she's run into

Life has a way of leaving people like us stained