The light is moody the walls are smirking The fire is cackling at my unease The kitchen's crass The stove has gas As I succumb to your disease
The fridge is listless The drapes are twisted I hear them mocking the window's pain And I am restless The house is guestless No one comes knocking 'cept cold, hard rain
Oh cabin fever I'm a believer In the evil of your ways You numb my senses And jump my fences You been hanging 'round for days
The rugs are edgy The kettles hisses A thousand tea bags have blocked the drains My face is ashen I'm lacking passion I'm sucking caffeine outta coffee stains
I'm out of toothpaste I'm out of tonic It's a million miles to the corner store Where I'd buy icecream Or maybe morphine I'm crazed from craving all I adore
The butcher's block has writer's cramp The cuckoo clock fears rising damp The fish tank's dank The liquor's drank I'd drink the dregs Of pickled eggs
I lie awake and curse the birds Their morning song Their mocking words Oh haunting night Oh taunting day Oh charming life I waste away
I'm tired of silence And burning incense I crave my each and every vice Without distraction I'm out of action But I've done my time I've paid my price
The walls behind me The worlds before me I walk the streets to find a dive I meet a stranger Who warns of danger But there ain't no hell I won't survive
No cabin fever I'm no believer I'm through with you and all your ways I'm feelin' closure Regained composure I'm counting down to better daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
