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 nothing to do you know
But drink away into the night