Songtext von Pump Up The Valuum

One time weekly rate 12 by 12 foot room Strapped down to the bed Now pump up the valium My mind is wide asleep My conscience deep awake The promises I keep Are not the ones I make I count the caustic causes I lost count of regrets A surplus of good intentions Don't provide me with content All I want is just a little content One time monthly rate Still no breathing room Pressure's building up So pump up the valium I choose the beaten path I've been to where it leads Why I keep coming back A mystery to me I found what I've been seeking It's too late for me to care My aspiration's leaking From a hole I can't repair Maybe I just don't want it repaired