Good morning, waster
Time to drag those bones out of bed
Rub your red eyes out and make some coffee
(Ooh-ooh)
Brush those knots right out of your head

I know it's hard, but it will only get harder from here
So, before you're dead, get yourself out of bed

The pit of your stomach is unsettled and nervously torn
But under the covers the world seems so deceivingly warm

I know it's hard, but it will only get harder from here
So before you're dead
Before you're dead
Before you're dead get yourself out of bed
Get yourself out of bed
(Ooh-ooh, whoa-ah-oh, whoa-oh)