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All I Ever Do (is sit in my room)
All I ever do is sit in my room
And think about things that I shouldn't be really thinking
All I ever do is sit in my room
And fret about cancer and nuclear war and pensions
Every single day, I stay in my room
And wish I had mates who could phone up and take me drinking
But who am I kidding?
I tell you, I can't go outside cos someone might steal my bag
And even if they didn't steal my bag
I just can't bear to be seen with my bag
It's an embarrassing bag that my Mum bought me years ago
And what if I didn't take my bag?
I'd have to carry everything in my hands
And that's just completely impractical
When you carry as much stuff as me
All I ever do is sit in my room
And watch mucky videos like some drooling old bloke
Who forgot to brush his teeth and comb his hair
Every now and then, I might turn on the news
But Peter Sissons laughs at me
And George Alagiah takes the piss out of my shoes
Sometimes I wonder what it's like out there
In the fresh clean air
Where the kiddies laugh and play
But the terrorists and rapists put me off
And besides, I've forgotten how to walk
And the rain will flatten my hair
And the sunshine will burn off my skin
The snow is too slippy and cold
And the hail is too harsh
And the grey clouds are all just depressing
It's probably best if I sit in a crap wooden chair
Reading books that I've already read
I wish I could cry
But I'm a big boy now
And the Government are watching me on cameras like in the Truman Show
So maybe I'll stay in my room
You won't get me out of my room
Maybe
Maybe I'll go out one time
Maybe I'll stay here
Maybe I'll stay at home
Words by Waen Shepherd 2005
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Written for "Glamoronica" - unreleased
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