Tired of Sleeping
Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
He tore out a piece of his body
To show us his “clean quilted heart”
Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging
Her bones are twisting and dancing
She’s fighting for her small life
Oh Mom, I wonder when I’ll be waking
It’s just that there’s so much to do
And I’m tired of sleeping
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