[Intro]
                x4

[Verse 1]

I sleep in lat

e

Another day

Oh, what a won

der

Oh, what a was

te

It's a Monday

It's so mundan

e

What exciting 

things

Will happen to

day?

The yard is fu

ll of hard rub

bish, it's a m

ess and
             
I guess the ne

              
ighbours must 


think we run a

 meth lab

We should amen

d that

I pull the she

ets back

It's 40 degree

s

And I feel lik

e I'm dying


Life's getting

 hard in here

So I do some g

ardening
             
Anything to ta

           
ke my mind awa

y from where i

t's 'sposed to

 be

The nice lady 

next door talk

s of green bed

s
             
And all the ni

              
ce things that

    
 she wants to 

plant in them

I wanna grow t

omatoes on the

 front steps
             
Sunflowers, be

             
an sprouts, sw

eet corn and r

adishes

I feel proacti

ve

I pull out wee

ds

All of a sudde

n
             
I'm having tro

              
uble breathing

 
 in
              
I'm having tro

              
uble breathing

 
 in
             
I'm having tro

              
uble breathing

 
 in
              
I'm having tro

              
uble breathing

       
 in

[Break]
                 
                 

                   x2

[Verse 2]

My hands are s

haky

My knees are w

eak

I can't seem t

o stand

On my own two 

feet

I'm breathing 

but I'm wheezi

ng

Feel like I'm 

emphysem-in

My throat feel

s like a funne

l
             
Filled with We

et-Bix and ker

osene and

Oh no, next th

ing I know

They call up t

riple O
             
I'd rather die

              
 than owe the 

 
hospital

Till I get old

I get adrenali

ne

Straight to th

e heart

I feel like Um

a Thurman
     
Post-overdosin

g kick start


Reminds me of 

the time

When I was rea

lly sick and I

Had too much p

seudoephedrine

 and I

Couldn't sleep

 at night

Halfway down h

igh street, An

dy looks ambiv

alent
             
He's probably 

              
wondering what

            
 I'm doing get

ting in an amb

ulance

The paramedic 

thinks I'm cle

ver cos I play

 guitar
             
I think she's 

              
clever cos she

  
 stops people 

dying

Anaphylactic a

nd super hypoc

hondriactic

Should've stay

ed in bed toda

y

I much prefer 

the mundane

I take a hit f

rom

An asthma puff

er

I do it wrong
             
I was never go

              
od at smoking 


bongs
              
I'm not that g

              
ood at breathi

   
ng in
             
I'm not that g

              
ood at breathi

   
ng in
              
I'm not that g

              
ood at breathi

         
ng in

[Outro]