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 your head

Within this room

Within this room

That brand new type of religion that you feared too much to try

Will 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’ve got nothing and no one to live for

But you’ve got this room

And guess what?

This room has got you