Six-Pack

Everything you see
Is free within this room
And your ex-wife and ex-daughter
Who hate your guts to death
They love you
Within this room

Everything within this room was made just for you
Chattels of deception are only good when they're in use
The outside world is large and it's filled with empty beds
Resort to your delusions and live within in your head
Within this room
Within this room

That brand new type of religion
That you feared too much to try
Will you hold you tight through the night
In this room
Those bananas and vegetables
That you hated previously
You love 'em
Within this room

And now you've got a six-pack
Now you've got a six-pack
Now you've got a puppy
Now you've got a tan
Now you've got Pamela Anderson reading you a bedtime story
And every scratch card is a fucking winner

Well, you've done time behind bars
And now you're making time in front of them
But you know you'll never leave this room
And this room will never leave you
You're just a creature of bad habit
You got nothing and no-one to live for
But you've got this room
(And guess what?) And guess what?
(This room) This room
(Has got) Has got you