(1978  Scrubber/Baptiste/Banks)

I spend my life and all my days
Not knowing what to do or say
In a state of indecision
Sitting watching television

I spend my life in a cardboard box
Cardboard walls with cardboard locks
There's no escape, no escape, no escape

Sitting here has made me think
Pushed me to the very brink
I could tell the world a thing or two
Something different, something knew

I spend my life in a cardboard box
Cardboard walls with cardboard locks
There's no escape, no escape, no escape

In my box neatly curled
No contact with the outside world
My body slowly aches and dies
No more room for exercise

I spend my life in a cardboard box
Cardboard walls with cardboard locks
There's no escape, no escape, no escape

Memories I have so few
Most of them no longer true
Never again shall they deceive
Never again shall I believe

I spend my life in a cardboard box
Cardboard walls with cardboard locks
There's no escape, no escape, no escape

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