Bedview

Staring at his cock, staring at his foot
Staring at the clock on the wall
Glaring out the window at the haze over the sea
Wishing that somehow he could be out there
What was that? A signal from a boat
Or was it just a reflection on the window?
Oh how this bed holds me down
I am a servant at the mercy of the system
This bourgeois medical troop, who claims they can fix my brain
Who claims they are my friends, who claims they can fix my brain
They claim I will be out of this place at the end of next month

Staring at his cock, staring at his foot
Not caring if it were ten or two
Glaring out the window at the haze over the sea
Looking out towards a new life elsewhere
This bed holds me down
I am a servant at the mercy of the system
This bourgeois medical troop, who claims they can fix my brain
Who claims they are my friends
They claim I will be out of this place by next month

Staring at his cock, staring at his foot
Not caring if it were ten or two
Glaring out the window at the haze over the sea
Looking out towards a new life elsewhere
Towards a new kind of love elsewhere
A new kind of love elsewhere