by Tom Flannery
copyright 2007 (BMI)
The songs are sequenced
in the same order as I wrote them. They were recorded
in that order as
well. What better place to start than having to get out of bed? Granted,
I didn't exactly
map out a good day....but for those who know me that's not surprising.
Again sleep has said farewell
the alarm clock can go
straight to hell
bringing along what terrifies
the others hanging out
to dry
to the warm covers that
I'm safe behind
I've got myself in quite
a bind
if you give me this I'll
owe you one
let me stay what's done
is done
But the struggle is worthy
is what they say
but of course they're not
around today
just truckers, whores,
and paper boys
spreading pride and spreading
joy
grant us all your daily
toil
and just a dab of mid-eastern
oil
tell me what's a grown
man to do
I think I might have the
flu
oh I hate getting up in
the morning
'cause my mind's in overdrive
from lack of sleep and
watching sheep
begging to stay alive
begging to stay alive
I see the same men on my
rounds
they'll work for food or
coffee grounds
beat up wheelchairs pant
leg free
from a southeastern asian
spree
but at least their name
ain't on a wall
or at Walter Reed just
down the hall
give thanks and praise
now go away
got no time for you today
I once had it all....the
American dream
fenced in yard...a 42 inch
screen
2 car garage and a hardwood
floor
locks on the windows and
bolts on the doors
but the mill closed down
without much fuss
remembered their investors
they forgot about us
those relief checks only
go so far
cruising in your mother's
car
oh I hate getting up in
the morning
and putting on a shirt
and tie
like a whore in church
I feel besmirched
so lonesome I could cry
so many distractions
to wrap my arms around
drugs and booze and walking
shoes
to kick you when you're
down
to kick you when you're
down
But no statistic or wanted
fool
talking smack from some
bar stool
is gonna find a way to
break my stride
I'm gonna make it to the
other side
where mexicans will tend
my lawn
and nanny my kids when
I'm gone
gotta love the land of
the brave
where poor men fight and
Jesus saves
oh I hate getting up in
the morning
'cause my mind's in overdrive
from lack of sleep and
watching sheep
begging to stay alive
there's just so many distractions
to wrap my arms around
drugs and booze and walking
shoes
to kick you when you're
down
to kick you when you're
down