I’d Rather Be Sleeping – D.R.I. – letras

From sun-up to sun-downDecisions make my head spin roundMake me drunk, sick and tiredKeep me up ’till I retireAnd while I could be out bar hoppingMeat market, rocker-chick shoppingOut there, chasing my dickIn it’s never-ending search for chicksBut, I’d rather be sleepingIn my bed, crashed outA slice of death, wrapped upAll in wool, passed outDrunk, you stupid foolNo more waking hasslesWeary of the daily battlesSo on my bed, I lay curledA « could be » man of the worldBut, I’d rather be sleepingIn my bed, crashed outA slice of death, wrapped upAll in wool, passed outDrunk, you stupid fool