A Questionnaire

They've all gone out to take some ecstasy
Something about that stuff don't sit right with me
So I stayed at home watching bad TV
When they came back I was fast asleep

Early in the morning I had a walk through town
This world's for sale: it's closing down
A man in a suit with slicked-back hair
Gave me ten pounds to do a questionnaire

I picked a number from one to ten
How likely are you to come back again?
And I drew a line between one and five
Are you scared of being alive?

Tidied my bedroom and I washed my hair
Looked at the moon, wishing I was there
Late afternoon, sleeping in the chair
Dreaming of you but you're never there

They've all gone out to take some ecstasy
Something about that stuff don't sit right with me
So I stayed at home watching bad TV
When they came back I was fast asleep



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Booth
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