Sitting in the living dying and crying all about all the things that I'll never get to see
A manned mission to Saturn and toy story ten
And the conversion of earth into speckles of cosmic carbon
The return of our waters to natural depths
The fading of human sorrow and stress
Or, hair growing back on the top of my head
And the eventual forgetting of everything I ever sang...
Sitting in the living room dying and crying all about all the things
That I'll never get to hear
Like the new Janis Joplin or an end to the coughing of us
Pitiful people trapped in our atmosphere
Or a latent transmission from alien life calling us out for malice and spite
Applause from my grandpa, a voicemail from god...
Sitting in the living room dying and crying all about all the things
That I'll never come to know
Like why millenial parents don't vaccinate
And why conservatives and liberals can't seem to relate
On the cause of the pain that wracks our world
Why people stay in their shells when they're pearls
Or why God made me flowery but not quite queer
Or why Harvey Milk and Mayor Moscone can't be here...
Sitting in the living room
Dying and crying all about all the things for which I always sing
For the love of my family and my efforts to figure out myself eventually!
For the wonder and magic in every cloud
And the restless worms chilling out in the ground
Who will manipulate my matter once I've tired it out
What will free me to God, and how I'm free from all that for now
Brian Dickens - Living Room Lyrics
Brian Dickens - Living Room Lyrics
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Sitting in the living dying and crying all about all the things that I'll never get to see
A manned mission to Saturn and toy story ten
And the conversion of earth into speckles of cosmic carbon
The return of our waters to natural depths
The fading of human sorrow and stress
Or, hair growing back on the top of my head
And the eventual forgetting of everything I ever sang...
Sitting in the living room dying and crying all about all the things
That I'll never get to hear
Like the new Janis Joplin or an end to the coughing of us
Pitiful people trapped in our atmosphere
Or a latent transmission from alien life calling us out for malice and spite
Applause from my grandpa, a voicemail from god...
Sitting in the living room dying and crying all about all the things
That I'll never come to know
Like why millenial parents don't vaccinate
And why conservatives and liberals can't seem to relate
On the cause of the pain that wracks our world
Why people stay in their shells when they're pearls
Or why God made me flowery but not quite queer
Or why Harvey Milk and Mayor Moscone can't be here...
Sitting in the living room
Dying and crying all about all the things for which I always sing
For the love of my family and my efforts to figure out myself eventually!
For the wonder and magic in every cloud
And the restless worms chilling out in the ground
Who will manipulate my matter once I've tired it out
What will free me to God, and how I'm free from all that for now
A manned mission to Saturn and toy story ten
And the conversion of earth into speckles of cosmic carbon
The return of our waters to natural depths
The fading of human sorrow and stress
Or, hair growing back on the top of my head
And the eventual forgetting of everything I ever sang...
Sitting in the living room dying and crying all about all the things
That I'll never get to hear
Like the new Janis Joplin or an end to the coughing of us
Pitiful people trapped in our atmosphere
Or a latent transmission from alien life calling us out for malice and spite
Applause from my grandpa, a voicemail from god...
Sitting in the living room dying and crying all about all the things
That I'll never come to know
Like why millenial parents don't vaccinate
And why conservatives and liberals can't seem to relate
On the cause of the pain that wracks our world
Why people stay in their shells when they're pearls
Or why God made me flowery but not quite queer
Or why Harvey Milk and Mayor Moscone can't be here...
Sitting in the living room
Dying and crying all about all the things for which I always sing
For the love of my family and my efforts to figure out myself eventually!
For the wonder and magic in every cloud
And the restless worms chilling out in the ground
Who will manipulate my matter once I've tired it out
What will free me to God, and how I'm free from all that for now
Writer: Brian Dickens
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