Blocked and in a funk...

Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job-whatever
I need some
Sentimental Hygiene
Everybody's at war these days
Let's have a mini-surrender
I need some Sentimental hygiene

Everybody's had to hurt about it
No one wants to live without it
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Every night I come home exhausted
From trying to get along
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody's had to hurt about it
No one wants to live without it
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene
Sentimental hygiene
I need some Sentimental hygiene



The depresso-funk continues, abetted by the 5 a.m. wakeup call. For the three people who actually read this, something hopefully tomorrow or Wednesday, if I'm feeling less blocked or depressed.