The Amsterdams - Suffering and Surfing lyrics

Livin' in, I've created a monster What am I to do you're not in the room Cried out, like you had an opinion When did you get so cynical and upset? Shouting out, this bedroom's a fortress Television tunes for the kitchen knives Mary Anne, so twisted and magic You left an empty corridor in my bed Bare with me, intellectual phony Shopping season's over down your neighbourhood Stay with me, suffering and surfing Tiny little books about growing up I shaved my legs from down I waxed my hands to shine I'll mess up Mary Anne Staying in, I've created a monster Solitude's a castle for the soul Crying out, like you had an opinion But oh my god, no one's listening I shaved my legs from down I waxed my hands to shine I'll mess up Mary Anne I waxed my hands to shine I'll mess up Mary Anne