Lyrics to the song THE BOX.

THE BOX

 

When I told my mother

That East enders isn’t real,

She hit me ’round the head

With a bust of Ian Beale!

She said, “Don’t say that!

Its my life!

Its better than the real thing,

Much less strife.

Its real!

Its real!

 

   Chorus:

“Get up to your room son

Or I’ll cut off all your hair.

Don’t get between me and my tv,

I don’t wanna know you’re there.

Get up to your room son

Or I’ll cut off all your hair.

Don’t get between me and my tv,

I don’t wanna know you’re there.”

 

When I told my brother computer games

are just another type of drawing,

He told me I should get a life,

I don’t play games, I’m boring.

“You donn’t know the thrill

Of the chase or the kill!

I roam around this other world 

And bend it to my will.

Its real!

Goddammit! Its real!”

 

    Chorus:

“Get up to your room son

Or I’ll cut off all your hair.

Don’t get between me and my tv,

I don’t wanna know you’re there.

Get up to your room son

Or I’ll cut off all your hair.

Don’t get between me and my tv,

About Carole Anne Rogers

I have opinions and like to share them. My views are my own. I am a visionary artist. a musician, writer, a philosopher and a poet. Our band can be found here: www.soundcloud.com/criminal-suicide-limited www.wordpress.com/caroleannejones @CARogersNo1 @CriminalSuicide caroleannerogers111@gmail.com
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