I listen to dead [bad word]  off of your breath, yeah

 I see a smile missed up around your hair
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Long nails of a workin'boy
 Oh! You don't have the time

 I listen to you
 You listen to me, but we don't talk cuz you don't sleep
 This is [bad word] heat
 Brought to you by worr-r-r-k disease
 And it's takin' all over town boy

 Be ready it will bring us down boy
 It might take us all dooooooown
 Your hair grows you don't seem to like it
 You miss the days
 You don't seem to enjoy it

 Your mother calls
 Your friends never call
 Your dog died and
 Tomorrow is monday again