spent the mornin' with an old friend, i think i'll go to bed.
the smell of smog hurts my head so i stay up instead.
come to think of it, it's been a week since i've been asleep.
when the morning comes i wanna shout but i can't make a sound.
why stay through all this mess? well, i hate this.
i hate to swing and miss, yeah i hate this.
i feel the bubble risin' to a burp unless i stop it first.
i hear her gasping in the other room, well she should dust her broom.
why stay through all this mess? well, i hate this.
i hate to swing and miss, yeah i hate this.