I listen to dead roses comin' off of your breath 
yeah 

I see a smile missed up around your hair 
Yeah yeah yeah 
Long nails of a workin'boy 
Oh! You don't have the time 

I listen to you 
You listen to me, but we don't talk cuz you don't 
sleep 
This is a computer heat 

Brought to you by worr-r-r-k disease 
And it's takin' all over town boy 

Be ready it will bring us down boy 
It might take us all dooooooown 
Your hair grows you don't seem to like it 
You miss the days 
You don't seem to enjoy it 

Your mother calls 
Your friends never call 
Your dog died and 
Tomorrow is monday again