William by the Windowsill

William by the windowsill
Was gazing at the big blue hill
Far beyond this cold and busy town

I hate the people down below
What are they up to I don't know
The eggs are just sizzling in the pan

There's nothing that I'd rather like to do
Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof
And whistle all the saddest tunes
I couldn't stand before but now I yearn for more

William by the windowsill
Was longing for the big blue pill
That will make it go away

Now that it is summertime
All he wants to do is die
And burn the sun-tanned beach boys
By the shore

"my mother is a bitch you know"
William thought and hoped for snow
That suffocates and buries him alive

If there's nothing to win then what is there to lose?
Postmen don't deliver some good news wrapped up in silver

And I bet I shouldn't think
'bout my t-shirt that I shrunk
'cause I washed it in the sink

There's nothing that I'd rather like to do
Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof

There's nothing that I'd rather like to do
Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof
And whistle all the saddest tunes
I couldn't stand before but now I yearn for more

Oh well the young men
Ain't nothing in this world these days
Oh well the young men
Ain't nothing in this world these days