Couch Killed the Cowboy by Fat History Month Lyrics

Everyone says that the fence killed the cowboy, but actually it was that couch that did him in
Imagine a lifetime of nights under stars, as the streetlight washes over your bed
"I took my boots off so I could be comfy
I walked around the house in socks and poured myself a soda pop
And I listened to jazz and I organized my stuff
'Cause who the fuck, aw who the fuck wants to live out their life in the desert?
Not me, Sir
I'm not one of them, I won't live or die in some tribe
With no privacy"