Today I had the feeling that nothing could go right

It started out this morning with a never ending fight

To reach down deep inside myself

And say Ok I can get out of bed now

But negativity just could not stop there

The whole world was susceptible, yet unaware

Nobody would be subject to

I got so much shit ta do



I'm diggin' me a hole deeper everyday

And then I will take on something new

I'm runnin' outta time in a major way

Just sit back and drink a few 



All this business hangin' up above my head

I just can't relax

I wish that Beck was right and time was a ball of wax

Cause I'd save it up, save it up, save it up

Until I had enough - To make a thirty-six hour day

Well what about the termites

The splinter, oh man

There goes that idea and here I go again

Lord what have I come down to

I got so much shit ta do



When I should sit back and smoke a few

Just sit back and take a few