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Sitting in this room Dark and gloom Four walls look to me To be held Sitting in this room Sucks so bad I might as well Be off in jail Everybody outside these walls to me Seem so plastic They seem so phoney It's so unreal They tell you Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that Do this, don't do that It makes me sick In this room Dark and gloom Four walls of Hell SongtexteI'd rather be inside a tomb Oh, in this room With my needle and my spoon all by myself I'm makin' love to myself Inside this room Sitting in this room I want to die I want to die I want to die Death is in this room And you know death Is often these days On my mind I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick And all things must pass away Someday But in this room All dark and gloom Four walls of Hell I'd rather be inside my tomb Oh, in this room With my needle and my spoon by myself I'm makin' love to myself Inside this room Oh, in this room With my needle and my spoon And a bottle in my arms, pills in my mouth In this room Oh, in this room Four walls of Hell inside this room I'm makin' love to myself Inside this room Sitting in this room I want to die I want to die I want to die Aus Songtexte Mania