
Rooms, rooms, rooms What’s all the talk of all these rooms What typa room is gonna get me something better than what I’ve come to know? I got no time for all that chitter chatter that wee wee wa wa woo That same ole story That broken hearted That ‘hi my name is boo hoo hoo…’ What typa cult gets so obsessed about a meeting full of fools Spouting out the same ole message like they can’t think of something new