Lyrics: Screeching Weasel. Television City Dreams. Plastic Bag.

you say i need help you're gonna read me the riot act i'm stuck in the refrigerator of your ignorance well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be here anyway i don't wanna suffocate in a plastic bag i'm stuck inside the hefty bag of your pedantic worldview now my eyes are bugging out and my lips are turning blue well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be here anyway i don't wanna suffocate in a plastic bag you make a federal case out of the clothes i wear i'm gagging on your dirty looks they're cutting off my air well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be here anyway i don't wanna suffocate in a plastic bag i don't wanna choke to death in a plastic bag