Old chair and a piece of rope Not long enough to hang yourself Cheap whiskey and a bottle of coke A pile of books I've never read No hell no paradise No friends and no advice The cool club is cold inside Low ceiling, volume's high Come on have a look At my basement Not much to do Endless Detention More skeletons than I recall In the cupboard, on the floor Put positive thoughts on hold They vanish like cigarette smoke I was employee of the month Now I just want more blood Thinking, sinking, losing hope Won't wait for no reward Come on have a look At my basement Not much to do Endless Detention Endless Detention Endless Detention Endless Detention Endless Endless Endless Detention Endless Endless Endless Endless Endless Endless