| Leather Upholstery |
| Waiting in a room For someone to call my name I've been waiting all my life And I haven't heard a god-damn thing Sitting in a room Waiting for anything to occur I'm anxious, nervous, and breaking a sweat And I don't know why I'm waiting Chorus: Just say my name Just say my name Just say my name Just say my name Women and children step right up While I go down with my ship This boat seats five and I'm number six And I can't seem to come to grips with this Pull me out from the ocean Of people just waiting in line Single file, death march of ghosts Regardless I feel fine Chorus Waiting and waiting Is all I've ever known I must have taken the last number And now I'm all alone Save me from my own mind Save me from this cell Save me from this prison Save me from this hell Chorus |
| Lyrics by Jon Solove |
| Meaning: I actually wrote this one while waiting in a waiting room for some random appointment a while back. I wanted to call it "waiting room," but Fugazi beat me to it. It's extremely over-dramatized. I'm really not that angry. |