There's no coffee on my grounds
I'm sleeping in the elevator
Dreaming in mellow jazz sounds
There's a man with a bag
And heard he is coming 'round
And he has a few answers for me
And that he can help me sleep again
I heard he tells a sad story
That comes up daisies by the end
I just need a little time
We're getting there
I just need a little time
We're getting there
I just need a little time
We're getting there
I'm shining my boots
And slicking my hair
My spirit has a ruptured spleen
The neighbours see me through the window
I do my best to keep them keen
A binbag raindance on tiptoes
I heard you've got a dog
And he's been through the throes
And he has a few answers for me
And he can help me wake again
I heard he tells a sad story
That comes up daisies by the end
I just need a little time
We're getting there
I just need a little time
We're getting there
I just need a little time
We're getting there
I'm shinning my boots
And slicking my hair
(Slug life)
Just finding my pace
(Slug life)
Just minding my way
(Slug life)
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