Tekstovi: No Use For A Name. Leche Con Carne. Couch Boy.

Sometimes the news bums me out
It doesn't get me off the couch where I belong
I guess as world problems never seem to rest
Am I afraid, God, yes I am
Won't somebody tell me why my TV
Claims we're born to die like this
Communicate, don't seperate
Don't instigate a world of hate
Comtemplate the situation
Negotiate those lazy ways
We've gone to far to slip away
Situation is an open invitation
And all this time we've had to change it

Now it's time to face it
Lazy, I am
Realistically, what can I do
I'll leave it up to the rest of you
Yo uwouldn't like my point of view anyway
How can I stand aside and watch the wear world go by?
It's easy, you see, when you haven't got a window
Just a screen
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