Letras:No Use For A Name. Leche Con Carne!. Couch Boy.

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Sometimes the news bums me out it doesn't get me off the
Couch where I belong I guess as world problems never
Seem to rest am I afraid, god yes I am, won't somebody tell
Me why my T.V. claims we're born to die like this
Communicate don't separate don't instigate a world of hate
Contemplate the situation
Negotiate those lazy ways we've gone too far to slip away
Solution is an open invitation
And all this time we've had to change it
Now it's time to face it
Lazy I am realistically what can I do
I'll leave it up to the rest of you
You wouldn't like my point of view anyway
How can I stand alone and watch the weary world go by?
It's easy when you haven't got a window
Just a screen