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This is where I live under the cellar floor
Deep inside the ground down near the earth's core
Make your presence known that's what the button's for
Two little bells then welcome to my home
Don't mind the cannon balls coming through the door
Over the concert hall
Leave the dogs alone they don't like you at all
Who's feeling sorry now?
With modern lighting you can eat my writing
And I really won't mind
You'll hear the lecture on the architecture
But it's too little much too late
This is where I eat over the fireplace
This is where I sleep up in the bookcase
This is what I love tied with a shoelace
Who's feeling sorry now?
You grab your liver and you sweat and shiver
But you really can't run
Who's feeling sorry?
Your feet are freezing in the ice of reason
And it's too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
After you give your life away
How do you tell another story
What do you do on moving day?
Do you pound and pound but the hammer never hits a nail
Wind never takes a sail
Nothing ever matters
Show yourself the door you're finished anyhow
Circumstance is your father and mother now
That's what this was for shaking the baby bough
Who's feeling sorry now?
You get the picture it's a well known mixture
Paranoia and hate
Who's feeling sorry?
There's no forgiving but it's gracious living
And it's too little much too late
With modern lighting you can eat my writing
And I really won't mind
Who's feeling sorry?
You'll hear the lecture on the architecture
But it's too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
You grab your liver and you sweat and shiver
But you really can't run
Who's feeling sorry?
I see your feet are freezing in the ice of reason
And it's too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
Too little much too late
Too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
Too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
Too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
Too little much too late
(Too little much too late)
Written by: David N Yazbek
