I sleep in a little room
With a little space heater
Because it's so damn cold at night
And I like to keep my door closed.
I got a stool and some lamps and my guitar
I've got a chair and thick black sheets
But it's still cold at night
A squared-off orange light
I want to go to the basement
It makes me so happy to be underground
I want to go back to the basement
I'll sleep underground.
I can be happy
I can be warm
Days and Nights
Little orange lights
I've got magazines and CDs
I got books and paper and the guitarist
I've got my posters on the wall
Futurama, Weezer and the Walking Doll
I want to go to the basement
It makes me so happy to be underground
I want to go back to the basement
I'll sleep underground.
I can be happy
I can be warm
Days and Nights
Little orange lights
Open the door to the basement
Open the door to the basement
Open the door to the basement
Open the door to the basement
Goodnight.
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