2 o clock in the afternoon.
the afternoon, i'm trapped inside.
no ones home but the icicles they melt away,
its pony-boy i feel just like.
3 o clock i turn on the tube.
just to hear background noise.
its 3 o clock and theres nothing left to do you know,
but feel like motorcycle boy.
dear johnny, im lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?.
5 o clock in the afternoon.
the afternoon we're trapped inside. 5
o clock and now theres nothng to do you know, but drink away into the night.
