I listen to dead roses comin' off of your breath, yeah
I see a smile missed up around your hair Yeah yeah yeah Long nails of a workin'boy Oh! You don't have the time
I listen to you You listen to me, but we don't talk cuz you don't sleep This is a computer heat Brought to you by worr-r-r-k disease And it's takin' all over town boy
Be ready it will bring us down boy It might take us all dooooooown Your hair grows you don't seem to like it You miss the days You don't seem to enjoy it
Your mother calls Your friends never call Your dog died and Tomorrow is monday again