surely you don't work all night

surely you don't work all night

you think you're all right

surely you don't work all night



i walked the town late last night

i walked clear across town just to write some graffiti 
on the wall

when i got there i couldn't think of anything to say



the buildings stood still

like giant tombstones

dark and blue and still

i came to a dead end up an alley

and saw a cold cement canvas and a Mac truck on a hill



and i wrote the words of Al Pompas on the subway wall

and there's a football star on a McDonalds glass

staring at me right in the face

and he looks just like Pete Arner



and the sun comes thru the windows

it was just like letting the dog in in the morning

it was jumping all over the room 

and waggin' its tail in my eyes

but me i was unenthusiastic

my skin felt just like plastic

everyday i sleep in that casket

that i pulled out and crawled in



and i ripped my own hair out late last night in a dream

is that band really gonna play that in public?

"killing my softly with my song"?



the queen stands proud in the circus parade

with a baby in her arm

and I sit loud on a toilet seat

like a monkey in a zoo

and there's a McDonalds glass staring at me, laughing



surely you don't work all night

surely you don't work all night

we think you're all right

surely you don't work all night