Ruderals - Townhouse for Sale Lyrics

Six in the morn
The noise is in my brain
Keeping me from eating socks

The noise machine it cuts
Through my brain
Not to say the incessant knocks

And that music
Flowing through my brain
Really seems to be a mock

Why's it so hot
It's burning my brain
I can't stand this noxious pox

Carry me away I can not be today
Just want all of the time to fade away
Let the ego melt become the sludge
That oozes out of your favorite video game rendering device

Woo hoo!
La la

Empty Shell
On the couch
Empty shell
On the couch
Empty Shell

The book is gone
It is hiding on the
Big city train

Pavement and Sun
I will be passing on
The darkness will reign

Rain falls down
As I am gazing on
There is no hydroplane

Noise at my side
As I am getting on
All efforts are in vain

I just want to go where I can be
Left alone until I wake up naturally
Well it might be baleful and it might be wicked
But I can't look away
But there is one thing that I really
Need to do today

Woo hoo!
La la

Listening on
Nothing else
Listening on
Nothing Else
Listening on