Brock Zeman - Season of Sleep Lyrics
I feel like a dog that's been whipped too muchI just wanna lay downLay down and die somewhereBut roll on little doggies mush, mush, mushJust keep on wading through this muckUntil you fall face down and run out of airI could use some sleep and a pretty dreamI'm dead on my feet, oh I feel like I'm sinkingI can do a little dance and I can shine your shoesI can sing a little song for some gas and boozeJust like a little puppet, but who the hell's pulling the strings?Ha, ha! Life's a joke but nobody's laughingTrying to carve out a living unpacking and packingWell go on funny boy, get on up there and singI could use some sleep and a pretty dreamI'm dead on my feet, oh I feel like I'm sinkingOh good lord, cut the telephone cordAnd board up the doorI need a season of sleepingSimon says sit, and Simon says standSimon says sing, now get in the vanBut Simon didn't say, too bad you're outThe motor's got a fever and the brakes are screamingAnd the gas tank's thirsty and the oil needs changingI'm just praying this wreck will get us home somehow
