Plate of Scales

The walls are closin' in on me
And my life's going down the drain
I think I had a bad plate of scales
My stomach's bobbin' up and down in pain

And I feel like throwin' up
Like a sweat-laden animal
And I feel like throwin' up
Like a sweat-laden animal

The walls are closing in on me
Why doesn`t Wallace ever feel the same?
The walls are closing in on me
Why doesn`t Wallace ever feel the same?

Was that a pistol or a missile?
Or an inadvertent whistle?
Way too much dog hair on my tongue

Well, they say "You can take it -- you're young"