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It’s hurry, hurry, hurry, it’s rush, rush, rush

I feel like a dog that’s been whipped too much

I just wanna lay down

Lay down and die somewhere

But roll on little doggies mush, mush, mush

Just keep on wading through this muck

Until you fall face down and run out of air

I could use some sleep and a pretty dream

I’m dead on my feet, oh I feel like I’m sinking

I can do a little dance and I can shine your shoes

I can sing a little song for some gas and booze

Just like a little puppet, but who the hell’s pulling the strings?

Ha, ha! Life’s a joke but nobody’s laughing

Trying to carve out a living unpacking and packing

Well go on funny boy, get on up there and sing

I could use some sleep and a pretty dream

I’m dead on my feet, oh I feel like I’m sinking

Oh good lord, cut the telephone cord

And board up the door

I need a season of sleeping

Simon says sit, and Simon says stand

Simon says sing, now get in the van

But Simon didn’t say, too bad you’re out

The motor’s got a fever and the brakes are screaming

And the gas tank’s thirsty and the oil needs changing

I’m just praying this wreck will get us home somehow

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