Die in Your Sleep

Noonday Devils


Eight hours a day
Forty hours a week 
Couldn't get much worse
You might die in your sleep 

Surrounded by stiffs 
Rigor-mortised sheep
Waiting for you to break
To collapse in a heap 

 I'm so sorry
You got so clean
Get up, start a war
Right now


Autor(es): Joseph R. Jakovac, Frederick T. Crounse