Living under June, living under her
Living under June, living under her
I've got a black and white television
I've got an indigo gas oven
I've got holes in my head
Holes in my head
I've got filthy rotten wall to wall
I've got a couch made out of corduroy
My cat's dying, words flying, leaking from the shower stall
And that's not all
Living under June, living under her
Living under June, living under her
I can't believe the things I hear
Falling from the atmosphere
Sexual atrocities are happening right over me
And I can't sleep
Living under June, living under her
Living under June, living under her
Living under June, living under her