Now if you happen to find yourself,
Unable to get out of your bed,
Just listen to the song I sing,
Or else you might end up dead.
There is a reason the sunlight beams
Through the closed curtain
There is a reason the birds do sing,
They warn you of a peril.
Now if you find your covers warm,
Comfort do not thank,
For lingering in this cozy world to long,
Will sap you of your streingth
Your legs will turn to jelly
Your arms to tar,
Your head will fill with hot air
fill with nonsense and stars.
Do not let your fate
be that of languid goo.
Cast aside comfort
and breath in the sunshine anew.
Lift from your resting world and lend your limbs
to electric life pulses.