Routines - Mêlée

Get up you lazy slob the day is almost gone

You’ve lost another one the hours ramble on

And this song won’t write itself

Don’t imagine that it will

What you have to offer is standing still

And he’s wasting all of his life

On routines that lead to nowhere

Get up you lazy slob the sun is almost gone

As your shadows cast you down

You wished that I was wrong

There will be another chance

Don’t let this slide on by

You can’t prove them wrong unless you try

I don’t want to waste my life