I sleep in late Another day Oh what a wonder Oh what a waste. It's a monday It's so mundane What exciting things Will happen today? The yard is full of hard rubbish it's a mess and I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab We should ammend that I pull the sheets back It's 40 degrees And i feel like i'm dying. Life's getting hard in here So i do some gardening Anything to take my mind away from where it's sposed to be. The nice lady next door talks of green beds And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes. I feel pro-active I pull out weeds All of a sudden I'm having trouble breathing in.
My hands are shaky My knees are weak I can't seem to stand On my own two feet I'm breathing but i'm wheezing Feel like i'm emphysem-in' My throat feels like a funnel Filled with weet bix and kerosene and Oh no, next thing i know They call up triple o I'd rather die than owe the hospital Till I get old I get adrenalin Straight to the heart I feel like Uma Thurman Post-overdosing kick start Reminds me of the time When i was really sick and i Had too much psuedoefedryn and i Couldn't sleep at night Halfway down high street, andy looks ambivalent He's probably wondering what i'm doing getting in an ambulance The paramedic thinks i'm clever cos i play guitar I think she's clever cos she stops people dying Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic Should've stayed in bed today I much prefer the mundane. I take a hit from An asthma puffer I do it wrong I was never good at smoking bongs. I'm not that good at breathing in.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
