Boiler Room
Tad Doyle / Kurt Danielson
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
The comfort of their stare
God's balls, sweet Jesus, Jesus
Jesus drank corn squeezing 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