Chained to the Couch

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 scream and here comes the hearse

And I'm jumping now out of my chest

As the crowds begin to scream

And the winos wade into the bar rooms

To drink away the dreams

And I can hear years worth of traffic outside on that dirty street

And I can see the lights turn from red to black

To blue to brown to green

And I been staring for so long

My eyes begin to bleed

Yes I 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 ain't got no tears no more

I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more

I ain't got no tears ain't 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 they're 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 tailer made suit

It's like pull aim click bang soar and shoot

And the rain and the wind they lick my skin till it's freezin' 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 ain't got those tears no more

I ain't got those tears ain't got those tears no more

I ain't got those tears ain't got those tears no more