2 o clock in the afternoon. The afternoon, I'm trapped inside. No ones home but the icicles they melt away, Its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o clock I turn on the tube. Just to hear background noise. Its 3 o clock and theres nothing left to do you know, But feel like motorcycle boy. Dear johnny, im lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?
5 o clock in the afternoon. The afternoon we're trapped inside. 5 o clock and now theres nothing to do you know, But drink away into the night.