Suffering and Surfing

Livin' in, I've created a monster

What am I to do you're not in the room

Cried out, like you had an opinion

When did you get so cynical and upset?

Shouting out, this bedroom's a fortress

Television tunes for the kitchen knives

Mary Anne, so twisted and magic

You left an empty corridor in my bed

Bare with me, intellectual phony

Shopping season’s over down your neighbourhood

Stay with me, suffering and surfing

Tiny little books about growing up

I shaved my legs from down

I waxed my hands to shine

I'll mess up Mary Anne

Staying in, I've created a monster

Solitude's a castle for the soul

Crying out, like you had an opinion

But oh my god, no one's listening

I shaved my legs from down

I waxed my hands to shine

I'll mess up Mary Anne

I waxed my hands to shine

I'll mess up Mary Anne