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
<i>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.</i>
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