Lyrics The Postman of Nobel - Oldfashioned Life

Sitting on a dusty sofa
Speaking on some rusty themes
Living an old-fashioned life
Living an old-fashioned life

I walked your mind up and down
I found nothing to stumble over
I found nothing

It's like a soother I can't spit
Like a clown nose that doesn't fit
Like a party in a pit
Birthday party in a pit

I walked your mind up and down
I found nothing in good repair
I found nothing

You took me down to The Earth
Little stuffy planet in your head
Now knock out that buzzing dirth
Of everything I had.

Cause I walked your mind up and down
And found nothing like exit
I found nothing