| Lyrics: | 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
Drunk, you stupid fool |
