Living under June, living under her

Living under June, living under her



I’ve got a black and white television

I’ve got an indigo gas oven

I’ve got holes in my head

Holes in my head



I’ve got filthy rotten wall to wall

I’ve got a couch made out of corduroy

My cat’s dying, words flying, leading from

the shower stall

And that’s not all



Living under June, living under her

Living under June, living under her



I can’t believe the things I hear

Falling from the atmosphere

Sexual atrocities are happening right over me

And I can’t sleep



Living under June, living under her

Living under June, living under her

Living under June, living under her

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