Its 4am, and i cannot sleepnI think a tranquilizers what i need nI've even tried counting sheep nBut the sheep arn't jumping nBecause their asleepnMaybe its the caffeine in the cola that i dranknBut it does'nt even really matter to be franknBecause i'm still awake even if i know it's thatnSi I have to stop procrastinating like a class A twatnAnd I can't sleep, my eyes are heavynIf i take it steady then i will be ready when the sandman comesnWith his bag of grit nThough I'm thinking his timings shitnnWe'll stick to counting sheepnThey'll help me sleepnThey lost their way, where the hells little bo peepnWe'll stick to counting sheepnI need to sleep, my eyes they feel so weaknnIt's 8am four hours later and i'm still awake nand i'm lay on my bed thinking for fucks sakenWhen will the sandman come, he's bloody latenI don't know how i got myself into this statenWe'll stick to counting sheep though there not jumping fencesnLack of rest and sleep comes in it's plentysnnWe'll stick to counting sheepnThey'll help me sleepnThey lost their way, where the hells little bo peepnWe'll stick to counting sheepnI need to sleep, my eyes they feel so weak