Live, Work, Consume, Die

Live, Work, Consume, Die

Live, Work, Consume, Die
I get up, yawn, stretch and sigh
Rub the sleepiness from my eye
Make some tea 'cos my throat feels dry
Run a hot bath, sit there and fry
Put on some music or the radio
But no matter what I try
I can't seem to shake off the sleepy lullaby
As I go off to work, consume and die