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Waking up is easy, I can do it in my sleep.
Before too long noon's come and gone,
I guess I'll reach for more next week.
Crawl back to The Workman's
Claw through your wallet.
When every bar thinks you're a star,
But you're a little shit.
As entitled as a president.
Jesus Christ, is that the time?
I'm making a hames of being alive.
I'm naked. I'm nothing. To no one.
Jesus Christ, is that the time?
Well I guess this is 25.
I'm crooked. I'm crippled. I'm cracked.
I'm tired and alone.
I have done some heavy lifting,
But I haven't paid my dues.
I worked hard,
I thought lethargia was for those with nothing to do.
Yeah, I land here so exhausted,
As I fall awake.
The winds of change scream passed my face,
As I make the same mistake.
The one I swore I'd never make.
Jesus Christ, is that the time?
I'm making a hames of being alive.
I'm naked. I'm nothing. To no one.
Jesus Christ, is that the time?
Well I guess this is 25.
I'm crooked. I'm crippled. I'm cracked.
I'm tired and alone.
Alone I lay upon you.
I lick my wounds alight.
I've sent my invitations, but I got no reply.
Maybe I'm feeling homesick,
Maybe I'm sick of my home.
I've been dazed for days now, honey.
Just begging for a bone.