Letra da Música: (i'm Gonna Sit Right Down And) Whittle Away My Fur - Tism

It's a haunting world we live in full of despair
I ponder on man's great questions as I whittle away my chair

I've seen a lot of problems in my lonely life
Torment and psychosis - where'd I put that pocket knife?

How can man be so oppressed if we are all born free?
I sit alone and wonder with shavings up to my knees

There must be something that can be done for those of us that are able
I'll get to the problem right away, but first I'll get rid of my dining table.