Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
And all these healers should be healed
So all these beggers can be filledNow tell me why am I to lie
If I'm holding firm and feel the right
to lie down beside this dog of mine
And let that perverted though really run through my mindI'd scrape my toes across the floor
This day's the same as those before
And though inside I'm feeling giddy
Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded doorSo now I'll take a little glue
I'll put together a new glittered room for you
So I can start sitting so pretty
Instead of sitting here not seein' clear
Just sitting here not fittin' here
No things ain't fittin' here
Songwriters
Stevens, Thomas Rogers / Thorn, Christopher John / Hoon, Shannon / Smith, Brad / Graham, GlenPublished by
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