Shut Ins

Strung out In a vacuum Hung up In the backroom of my Domicile While pesticides Get spread outside Breathe 'em in, I don't mind Shut up No, thank you You've done enough Give it up, I'm alright Done up Going nowhere Two shut ins making love in these uncertain times Soon will come never I'm sick of downtime Soon will come never More or less Wearing less is more Don't stop me now We've been here before Hold me down on the hardwood floor Til the neighbors call the cops and they're right at the door Shut out All the bad news Cut out All the bad habits that we've both Kept in kind Until that time We're two shut ins making love in days we can't define Soon will come never I'm sick of downtime Soon will come never Ah ah Soon will come never I'm sick of downtime Soon will come never