Boiler Room - Tad

Behind that wall she cried for years

All of those cobwebs couldn’t hold back her tears

She remembered it all as she walked down the stairs

Sit by the dry heat and watch it wipe away her fears

Down in that room very very little hangs

So dark and empty the mind for days

A thousand eyes that really aren’t there

She feels the comfort of their stare

God’s Balls Sweet Jesus, Jesus

Jesus drank corn squeezins and he had sideburns

Down here the walls have nothing to hide

Down here the shadows are not shy

Down here you lose track of time

Down here she walks a very fine line