Sunday morning, 5 AM Did I catch you off your guard Don't you know I see right through you And I'm not even trying hard Chances are you'll never make it Out of here alive You might as well enjoy the music Might as well Forget about all the bullshit in the next magazine And all other crap on our awesome machines Take the weight off your shoulders It's all that you need Heya singer-song-a-writer How's life been treating you You still drowning in self-pity You still howling at the moon Why not sing a song of laughter Without being too uptight You may as well just scream your heart out Might as well Forget about all the bullshit in the next magazine Why burden the soul with so many strains Forget about all the crap they want you to believe Sustaining the garden is just pulling weeds It's a weight off your shoulders It's all that you need Sunday morning, 5 AM Did I catch you off your guard Don't you know I see right through you And I'm not even trying hard I'm not even trying hard O you know Forget about all the bullshit in the next magazine And all other crap on our awesome machines About all the bullshit in next magazine Sustaining the garden is just pulling weeds It's a weight off your shoulders It's all that you need