Dusty Threads

Fingernails and cockroaches
across the floor and ceiling walls
I find it hard to make myself
a cup of coffee in the morning
I wish that I was somewhere else
but there's no genie on my bed
how do you live with garbage as a ceiling fan
i'd take a walk outdoors
but i'm fucked i'm broke
where would I go
what could I do
i don't really give a damn
i'm fucked for life and that's the honest truth

When will I get a break
from all of this shit
it's raining crap
*sounds*

In the early days
I didn't have no worry
just saddled up with nicotine
and all the caffein I could swallow
Now much older
the lord's such a crook
where is my redemption
it's been stolen from me
and all i'm left with are dusty threads
so tell me where's the justice in that

Paper cups and magazines
decorates the whole damn place
what is a man supposed to do
with no remote ah fucking hell
i'd kick the nuts off from the prick
who thought that it would be a joke
to keep me in this dump without a box that fucking works
blood is rushing in my head
i'd shit it out I fucking would
what can I do
what's there to do
this is such a fucking pisser
i'm fucked for life and thats the honest truth

When will I get a break
from all of this shit
it's raining crap
*sounds*

In the early days
I didn't have no worry
just saddled up with nicotine
and all the caffein I could swallow
Now much older
the lord's such a crook
where is my redemption
it's been stolen from me
and all i'm left with are dusty threads
so tell me where's the justice in that