"Locked Inside" genre: Folk Punk
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	This song has been described by listeners as a narrative of a vivid nightmare. It's about spending just a little too much time alone.
	CD: Timberline   Label: Oak Ridge Records Credits: Mike McGowan: vocal, guitar; Dewees Johnson: bass; Fernando Johnson: drums
	Lyrics I woke up this morning and looked out the window down into the street Same groovy, 70’s - print curtains as yesterday, same boiling - black, tar - topped street I step in to the shower to feel the water on my skin; coolin’ the blood that boils in my veins Now I’m standin’ in front of the mirror with an orange and white plastic creamsicle razor in my hand I turn around for an instant - just to grab the towel from the back of the bathroom door And then I see him: He’s there starin’ me in the face again with that cold, callous grin Lookin’ back at me like every stinking cell in my body was rotting off my bones I throw the towel in his face and run: Two steps to the hall - five steps to the stairs - 12 steps to the door I reach the door with him gnashing at my heels - Howling like some kind of human hound from hell I can smell the heat oozing under the door and pooling like thick grease at the foot of the stairs Slogging through it in slow motion, I reach desperately for the doorknob - But it’s locked! And it’s locked from the inside Now I’m locked inside - I’m locked inside - now I’m locked inside… I’m locked inside with my own worst enemy again Feels like I’ve been right here before I’m locked inside with my own worst enemy again And he won’t let me out that door My own worst enemy comes down off the wall and now I got shards of mirror all over the floor They twinkle like diamonds in my mind - reflecting little pieces of a broken sky I can see him through the looking glass on the coffee table: He sits there with a snow plow razor blade in his hand sayin’: “It’s the real thing, baby” I can see him out of the corner of my eye: slinkin’ around in the next room Lyin’ on my sofa, watchin my TV, drinkin’ my beer, talkin’ on my telephone, And usin’ my voice to make his deals “You can’t keep me here forever,” I whine But my own worst enemy just smirks that smarmy grin: “Who else gonna tell you what it’s all about, you lazy lout? “There ain’t no use in shoutin’ - You know you can’t get outta here ‘cause “You’re locked inside - you’re locked inside - you’re locked inside” Chorus Now, somewhere in this place there’s got to be a secret door ‘cause I don’t see no other way out Maybe it’s hidden back in that deep, dark corner behind that pile of empty bottles and stacks of sleazy magazines Back there where they told me my mind’s like a dangerous neighborhood; I got no business in here alone But my own worst enemy says he’s always with me - in spirit if not in the flesh - so I’m never on my own Now I’m lookin’ out the window at the boiling - black, tar - topped - street Wond’rin’ if anyone out there knows the combination to my front door But there ain’t no motion movin’ down in the street - this town’s winding down without a sound And for every clown clinging to safety behind the walls of silent sanctuary There’s a thousand more for whom every shelter has been shattered, every refuge refused, every dream denied For, like me, they’ve surrendered their serenity to be locked inside Chorus

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