From sun-up to sun-down Decisions make my head spin round Make me drunk, sick and tired Keep me up 'till I retire And while I could be out bar hopping Meat market, rocker-chick shopping Out there, chasing my dick In it's never-ending search for chicks But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool No more waking hassles Weary of the daily battles So on my bed, I lay curled A "could be" man of the world But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out
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