Good morning waster Time to drag those bones out of bed Rub your red eyes out and make some coffee (Ooh oh) Brush those knots right out of your head
I know it's hard, but it will only get harder from here So, before you're dead, get yourself out of bed
The pit of your stomach is unsettled and nervously torn But under the covers, the world seems so deceivingly warm
I know it's hard, but it will only get harder from here So before you're dead Before you're dead Before you're dead, get yourself out of bed Get yourself out of bed.
