There are so many hours in the daynI know I've got work to do but heynMy will to move, or even use my brainnIs weathered by the eternal english rainnAnd when the talk show ends, I screamnRight at the screen for more pregnant teensnI can't fall asleep it's almost 3 so I water the flowers out on the streetnAnd I spent 5 hours on the net last nightnAvoiding the monsters under my bed with square eyesnnHow fan-fucking-tabulous it is to be so scared of the dark like thisnI know I've got work to do, it's a bitchnI'm staggering round, I can't find the switchnAnd I spent 5 hours on the net last nightnAvoiding the monsters under the bed with square eyesnNow I dare not stick my feet out the end, in case they bite and sing a monster songnnLa-da-dup-ba-da-bow-ahnnThere are so many hours in the day to address this problem in some waynSome barbie doll talks of carb intakenI turn it off, and for now, I'm ok