That’s what I call good morning When it isn’t boring When something gorgeous is got to happen and you’re the one who will surely take it
What’s lurking round the corner? Strings up your mind all over Have you ever felt like you’ve been led by the nose all the way by someone?
Oh what a way standing in the poop to start a brand new day Oh you’ve got to pray that it is the last surprise that kicked you off the rails No, it got you again! The passing car flung mud upon your favorite pants Oh, it’s over my head, from that moment I’ll be called the loser of the year.
It seems life likes to own ya It put the evil eye on ya No matter how you try to escape it there’s no way out and you can’t fake it No it’s just paranoia A new day’s waiting for ya But you can’t get out of your head the thought that you are running in circles again like a pawn in checkmate
Oh what a way standing in the poop to start a brand new day Oh you’ve got to pray that it is the last surprise that kicked you off the rails No, it got you again! The passing car flung mud upon your favorite pants Oh, it’s over my head, from that moment I’ll be called the loser of the year.