Wasteside
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrowBut its better than sleeping by the wasteside of todayAll the barbershops and funeral-homes were openAnd the customers were coming and the business was doing great
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrowJust dreaming dreams and drooling on my bedAll the people in my town would be bornThen they'd get themselves a little hair cutAnd then promptly after they'd be dead
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrowWhen a drunk girl awoke me on the trainBut I did not see her stumbling and I did not hear her mumblingAs I dubbed myself a passengerAnd kindly stepped away
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow I was sleepingI was sleeping I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrowI was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow of tomorrowLadies and gentlemenI was just sleeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrowBut it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of todayAll the barbershops and funeral-homes were openAnd the customers were coming and the businessWasDoingGreat...