Lyrics

Subject To Fits


Alone in a bedroom
Under the banging
Alone with a broken chair

Sujbect to fits now
The phone is in bits now
I?m fit to be tied again

Under the covers
Out in the barnyard
Always afraid of threes

Bubbling over
Under the pressure
Everything bothers me
And then

I?m pulling out my hair
I?m running out of air
Again

Alone in a cold room
Under the sluts room
Alone with a pile of hair

Subject to fits now
End of my wits now
I?m fit to be tied again

I?m pulling out my hair
I?m running out of air
Again

And I?m wondering which ways up
And I don?t give a fuck
anymore