Album Name : Vacation
Release Date : 2011-07-26
Song Duration : 3:18
Bomb The Music Industry! Can't Complain
Wake up, start running for your life.
Fill the tumbler with the coffee
Feed the cat and hit the lights.
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you.
The steps are keeping time.
But I can't complain.
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
I've got a bottle for the pain.
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
I can't complain.
Someone will start nipping at your heels.
Panic pumps blood through your knees
But they don't care how you feel.
The little f..ckers chewing through the plastic;
They're gonna do you in.
But I can't complain.
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
I've got a bottle for the pain.
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
I can't complain.
And I'm sorry the things I touch, I always damage.
And I'm sorry I always act like I can't manage
To stop the f..ckers chewing through the fabric.
They're gonna do me in.