That sounds like the buzz of my clock
so I take a mo ment to stop
Of sowing out my life because
I've got a sawdust gridlock,
so I'm getting up and I'm doing what,
Forget the unicorns, put on the uniform,
and make sure that my mind is tip,
Mind you, I wish I had a mind
that was life in the sky with the
When I round my new thoughts,
otherwise I'm never gonna
Wait man, I'm still feeling
that shattered my mind last night
Muddled sights of distant pictures
Members of the party that dance
What's with these moral thoughts
That today, I will not be performing
What's with these moral thoughts
All you need to do to stop a nightmare
is to open up your eyes, right?
my eyes remain shut tight
So I fight with my mental mind
But I give way to muddled thoughts
and questionable eyesight
Blurry, blurry, body kinda quirky
Gotta get my head straight,
check my hair's still curly
it's kinda like I'm chilling with Hurley
time to get the day started
Put on my finger cap before
don't wanna do anything half -hearted
that I have never quite mastered
Alright, these muddled thoughts,
Get downstairs and eat some
Start of the day, so I best start jiggling
What's with these moral thoughts
That today I will not be performing
What's with these moral thoughts
That today I will not be performing
So now I probably say that I'm on my feet
But it wouldn't take a lot for me
counting the sheep for a cow
so I force the fatigue to retreat
Let my kicks hit the concrete,
Put the bomb to the bust,
and the worries of the weak
is just brimming with irony
Cause getting up is surprisingly tiring
It takes me at least a tea,
Before my body starts firing
Skip forward to the end of the day
and my thoughts congregate
But have the same effect for when
What's with these moral thoughts
That today I will not be performing
What's with these moral thoughts
That today I will not be performing