The Connoisseur of Great Excuse
Of all the foolish things to doI became a connoisseur of great excuseAnd my pessimistic past the blameWill never make this go awayOf all the foolish things I've saidThat keep me sleepy almost deadI'm sorry if I've let you downMy eyes were closed, they're open now
I'm waking upI am waking upI am waking upI awake
And this has all been said beforeI've listened but then I ignoredMy ears grew deafMy head gave upThe junkie knows not when to stopOf all the foolish alibisThe constipated push for whyI've had a blanket pulled over my eyesOh hush now baby don't you cry
I'm waking upI am waking upI am waking upI'm awakeComingI am waking upI'm readyI am waking upDada da da da daaa