I listen to dead roses comin' off of your breath, yeah



I see a smile missed up around your hair

Yeah yeah yeah 

Long nails of a workin'boy

Oh! You don't have the time



I listen to you 

You listen to me, but we don't talk cuz you don't sleep

This is a computer heat



Brought to you by worr-r-r-k disease

And it's takin' all over town boy



Be ready it will bring us down boy 

It might take us all dooooooown 

Your hair grows you don't seem to like it

You miss the days

You don't seem to enjoy it



Your mother calls 

Your friends never call

Your dog died and 

Tomorrow is monday again