I've got a dwelling room Where all the walls are blue It's where I think of you babe Yeah it's where I think of you babe On every Saturday Over every empty plate It's where I think of you babe Up the 22 it's where I think of you In the room where you said debase me & We started laughing like crazy Yeah I guess it's been like that lately Missing you when I'm next to you, showering you in gasoline I, I know I couldn't possibly tell I, I know I couldn't fake it as well Looks like Richard Ramirez He looks like Richard Ramirez Still as Venus de Milo Watching through her window just to see her light glow On the golden wall the green waves crash in Still looking for your picture in the TV static But maybe baby I don't know no better They threw everyone I loved in the cuckoo cellar Maybe baby we don't know no better They'll throw everyone we love in the cuckoo cellar