Woke up on the wrong side Atrophied throughout Dreamt with open eyes I was vacuuming about In a straight line A very straight line Each new morning I awake With clouds around my bed Gut the walls and pipes Then vacuum out my head In a straight mind A very straight mind Ooh, vacu-uming Waking up dead Ooh, vacu-uming Waking up dead In the kitchen stands a man In a backlit halo glow Wears a darkened smile Is there something I should know? Something all consuming All consuming Ooh, vacu-uming Waking up dead From above, vacu-uming Waking up dead I feel the suction rev As I waltz the vacuum arm End to end it sucks itself And pulls me with its charm Morning in a vortex Noon I squint my eyes You peak inside my empty shell A memory in disguise The tree outside is upside down My head hangs off the bed They say I'm just a pair of lungs Connected by a thread I'm presuming, the end is looming In trouble when I put my foot down And try to have a voice In trouble when I kindly back down And let you have your choice My soul was sucked out in the ether Just about half past nine My carcass went out drinkin' At closing time