It's a bad day, there's somewhere you gotta be   To wake up this morning ain't easy   But you'll be fine   You'll be fine   This weather man predicts a hurricane      So why lie? There's no hope for anyone   22 You and the SA-10 sounds   You'll be fine   You'll be fine   This weather man predicts a hurricane      You'll be fine   You'll be fine   This weather man predicts a hurricane      And all of the windows went titter-tat-tat,   And all of the people too embarrassed to clap,   And all of the schools, factories and farms,   Disappear without a trace.   And all of the fat girls with bellies burst,   We mash 'em, we suck 'em, quenching our thirst,   With all of the famous, the feared and forgotten,   In my yummy tummy all of you rotten.      But don't wake up, wake up   There's no hope for anyone    Don't wake up, wake up   There's no point in living after all