One time weekly rate    12 by 12 foot room   Strapped down to the bed    Now pump up the valium      My mind is wide asleep    My conscience deep awake    The promises I keep    Are not the ones I make    I count the caustic causes    I lost count of regrets    A surplus of good intentions    Don't provide me with content    All I want is just a little content       One time monthly rate    Still no breathing room   Pressure's building up    So pump up the valium      I choose the beaten path    I've been to where it leads    Why I keep coming back    A mystery to me    I found what I've been seeking    It's too late for me to care    My aspiration's leaking    From a hole I can't repair    Maybe I just don't want it repaired