Chifforobe

Torn asunder, scrimp and save

Makes you wonder, why would anyone behave?

Lost and lazy, no good sense

Left you lying there and haven't looked back since

I'm in the market

For a place where I can hang my clothes

Chifforobe

Steep the stumble, deep the death

Moan and mumble, struggling for breath

Flushed with fodder, crazed with drink

Touch the bottom and then it starts to sink

I'm in the market

For a place where I can hang my clothes

Chifforobe

Words are worthless, wane and wilt

Just like everything that humans ever built

Shift to silence, stop to still

Clean your conscience and muster up the will

I'm window shopping

For a place where I can hang my clothes

Chifforobe

Chifforobe

Chifforobe

Chifforobe