Warrant 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...