That The Cracks On The Ceiling Are Mocking You 

Your Airless Bag, Your Dust In A Shaft Of Light 

And You Think You Might 

Yeah You Might Stay There All Day 

Heh Heh 



Get Up, Get On Your Feet 

Get Up, Don't Go Back To Sleep 

Get Up, Life Is Bitter Sweet 

And It's All Going On Without You 



You're Safe In There, No Sharks Anywhere 

Not A Soul To Get You Doing What You Don't Want 

Go On Pretend It's Sunday Again, It's Sunday Again 



It's So Warm In There, Feels Like Camembert 

All The Things You'd Do If Only You Had The Energy 

You Bargain For Just Ten Minutes More Of This 

When A Prince's Kiss 

Turns You Into A Swan 

Dream On 



Get Up, Get On Your Feet 

Get Up, Don't Go Back To Sleep 

Get Up, Life Is Bitter Sweet 

And It's All Going On Without You