There's a mad dog pulling at his chain A hint of danger in his eye Alarm bells raging round his brain And the chimney smoking in the sky
Wake up Wake up and smell the roses Close your eyes and pray this wind don't change There's nothing but screams in the field of dreams Nothing but hope at the end of the rope Nothing but gold in the chimney smoke Come on honey, it's real money
This is the room where they make the explosives Where they put your name on the bomb Here's where they bury the "buts" and the "ifs" And scratch out words like "right" and "wrong"
Wake up Wake up and smell the phosphorus This is the room we keep a human hair Don't ask don't tell it could mean a loss for us Yeah, a little less cash in the stash in the cupboard At the bottom of the stair - Money, honey
Wake up Wake up and smell the bacon Run your greasy fingers through her hair This is the life that you have taken
Just a line in the captain's log Just a whine from a rescue dog Another kid didn't make the grade Come on honey, it's a fair trade
Wake up Wake up and smell the roses Throw a photo on the funeral pyre, yeah Now we can forget the threat she poses Girl you know you couldn't get much higherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
