I've got nothing much to do anyway No tv and no food Black cat is scratching on my window As I'm lying here in my grave And I crave to leave it I went walking under the streetlights With my sneakers filled up with snow I got drunk at the comic convention It's heating up but i'm so cold Yeah, i'm cold, believe it She's a believer (so what?) I think she's got her Phasers on stun I was spazzing out with depression Couldn't find the strength to leave Met a girl at the comic convention Said she thought she'd fall in love with me Believe it She's a believer (so what?) I think she's got her Phasers on stun (fade to 'sola kola') I've got issue one You got issue three etc...