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The Closet - Teenage Jesus and the Jerks/The Jerks
I'm in a closet and I can't breath
Won't you just please release me
I can't move and my kidneys fail
Size of this room feels like jail
I can't talk I can't enunciate
And I'm threatened like Sharon Tate
Suburban wealth
And middle class well being
All it did was strip my feelings
Personality down the drain
Every hour who makes our dream
Take a bullet to my eyes
Blow them out and see if I die