Waking up is when the nightmare starts...
Booze for breakfast again (I don't want it)
Face all puffy and red (but I need it)
Eggs sunny side up, sheep dip in my cup
Detached and feeling numb is only way to live for some
And I need to
Golden, crispy hash browns
Wash them down, down, down....
I need to stimulate my mind
And have myself a time
Just like in the old days, before they went away
Now I battle bouts of ennui, I feel like a zombie
Everyday
Waking up is when the nightmare starts.....

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