From sun-up to sun-down

Decisions make my head spin round

Make me drunk, sick and tired

Keep me up 'till I retire

And while I could be out bar hopping

Meat market, rocker-chick shopping

Out there, chasing my dick

In it's never-ending search for chicks

But, I'd rather be sleeping

In my bed, crashed out

A slice of death, wrapped up

All in wool, passed out

Drunk, you stupid fool

No more waking hassles

Weary of the daily battles

So on my bed, I lay curled

A "could be" man of the world

But, I'd rather be sleeping

In my bed, crashed out

A slice of death, wrapped up

All in wool, passed out

Drunk, you stupid fool