Lyrics Screeching Weasel

Screeching Weasel

Rubber Room

Everything around me is turning into shit

And I don't know what to do

Everyone I know is having a fit

Cause I haven't got a clue

I don't know who I am

Patience is wearing thin

I think my head is caving in

I don't want to live in a rubber room

But I think I'm halfway there

The funny thing about it is the worse it gets

The less I even care