There is no one waiting for you past the final bend
I can hardly say but it's been dragging down no end
We will someday laugh about it far beyond the grave
When we're, far beyond the grave.
Guess I mean to say that
Counting every other minute I keep wasting
All this time I should be fester than a bullet to my
Head.
Better have you staring at me right into the eye
How I wish to sleep for it's been getting pretty dark
Don't you hate the morning when the sun is in your eyes
When the sun is in your eyes.
Guess I mean to say that
Counting every other minute I keep wasting
All this time I should be fester than a bullet to my
Head.
There is nothing keeping you from having your goodbyes
What I hardly feel is I've been getting sick at times
Wake me in the morning I'm as angry as a god
Simply angry as a god.
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