(music: Z. Walters, c. volk, s. hampton; words: Z. Walters)nnwoke up this morning, the sun was rising the day was dawning,nwithout a warning, the hole in my soul cried out and kept calling,nfill me up it said, fill me up it cried,ncouldn’t put a smile on my face if I triedntried lotion to loosen up the skin,ntried to think a happy thought but where do I begin?nnMy happy tank’s on empty need to fill it upnIf yours runneth over spill some in my cupnPeople talking bout saratonin, what the hell’s thatnI was deprived when I was born think you could spare me a sacknntook a long shower but couldn’t get it goin’nstill stepped out the door just to get the things flowin’nsome undertow is pullin my down, don’t know what it isngot hella thirsty but there’s nothing in the fridgenthe clock’s tickin, the days are slippin,ncan’t get my eyes to open why’m I always trippin’ntried cold water to tighten up my skinntried to think a happy thought but where do I begin?nn