Sitting in this room
                                                Dark and gloom, four walls of [bad word] look to me to be held
                   Sitting in this room
                                     Sucks so bad, I might as well be off in jail
                   Sitting in this room
                                    I want to die, I want to die, I want to die
                         But in this room, dark and gloom
                                       Four walls of [bad word]  I'd rather be inside a tomb
                                      Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon
                                    I'm making love to myself inside this room
                   Sitting in this room
                                     I want to die, I want to die, I want to die
                    Death is in this room
                                         And you know death is often these days on my mind
                                          I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick...
                              I'm sick and all things must pass away
                        But in this room, in this room
                                       Four walls of [bad word]  I'd rather be inside a tomb
                                             
Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon and my Jim Beam too
                                    I'm making love to myself inside this room
                   Sitting in this room
          I want to die
                                    I want to die, I want to die, I want to die