From sun-up to sun-down   Decisions make my head spin round   Make me drunk, sick and tired   Keep me up 'till I retire   And while I could be out bar hopping   Meat market, rocker-chick shopping   Out there, chasing my dick   In it's never-ending search for chicks      But, I'd rather be sleeping!      In my bed, crashed out   A slice of death, wrapped up   All in wool, passed out   Drunk, you stupid fool   In my bed, crashed out   A slice of death, wrapped up   All in wool, passed out   Drunk, you stupid fool...      No more waking hassles   Weary of the daily battles   So on my bed, I lay curled   A "could be" man of the world      But, I'd rather be sleeping!      In my bed, crashed out   A slice of death, wrapped up   All in wool, passed out   Drunk, you stupid fool   In my bed, crashed out   A slice of death, wrapped up   All in wool, passed out   Drunk, you stupid fool