I’m tired of waking up
I’m sick of rolling off the bus
I want to sleep forever
In the lies I’ve made
The checks have bounced
But the bills got paid so far
On the Jaguar
I call myself
The lines get crossed
On the short wave I get cut off
’Cause I can’t behave
Very well
You think you know me
But you don’t know my way around
Hell Is just below me
And that’s why I keep falling down
I’m praying to resist temptation
Staying within my constellation
Weighing every intonation
Betraying alienation
I quit sobriety
I joined up with insanity
I want to pull the lever on the hatch I built
Escaping truth and avoiding guilt
So far
In the family car I get away
The border’s nearer than I thought