Nonsense Song

I wake up every day

I go to the bottom of my bed

And I pray to a God I don’t believe in

I wake up every day

I go to the bottom of my bed

And I say today I’ll achieve it

Well the sunshine, fun-time

Oven in the bun time

Surrounded by pictures of you

I’ve got a problem with authority

I own my own sorority

And no-one tells me what to do

It’s those little things, little things, little things you do

It’s those little things, little things, little things you do

It’s those little things, those fucked up things, those little things you do

It’s those little things, little things, little things you do ‘cuz

I can’t swim and I can’t dance

I’ve tried my hardest

Lost my pants and

No-one talks to me anymore and

I can’t dance and I can’t swim

I’ve lost all my friends but hell

Now I’m thin and

No-one talks to me anymore

I wake up everyday

I go to the bottom of my garden

And I see a girl who’s standing there

I ask her answers

She gives me questions

Then she looks into my eyes and says

I’m confused, well so am I ‘cuz

The sunshine, fun-time

Oven in the bun time

Surrounded by pictures of you

I’ve got a problem with authority

I own my own sorority

And no-one tells me what to do

I got some southern fried chicken

I got something to stick my dick in and

My watch it won’t stop ticking and

My fingers won’t stop clicking

It’s a night time fist-fight

A day full of regret

I’m thinking about all the awful things

I ever said

I, I’ll never drink again

I, I’ll never drink again

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’ll never drink again

I’ll never drink again, I’ll never drink again

So push the bottle to my lips

And light the cigarette that sits between my fingertips

It’ll all be alright, if it’s just for tonight

So push the bottle to my lips

And light the cigarette that sits between my fingertips

It’ll all be alright, if it’s just for tonight

Push the bottle to my lips

Light the cigarette that sits between my fingertips

It’ll all be alright, if it’s just for tonight

Push the bottle to my lips

Light the cigarette that sits between my fingertips

It’ll all be alright, if it’s just for tonight

Because I