Dischord UK - The Wakes

5 AM
Ironic comedy ringtone fills my head
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Get out of bed

This is my wake up call
I don't want to wake at all
But I'm here
And doing it for the money

Hold the line
Takes just four seasons to die inside
Until I find my life
Is no longer mine

It's all that I live for
I don't want to live at all
But I'm here
And living just for the money

Dust on cymbals, rust on stands
Broken strings and blistered hands
Punctured tyres, broken bones
Overloaded. Rock and roll
Tinnitus, arthritis too
Scream until you're fucking mute
Photographs and new tattoos
Scream until your dreams come true
Everyday a fucking fight
Fight to fucking justify
Fighting just to stay alive
Long enough to raze the night
Play to justify the pain
Every day's the fucking same

Feel each second slip away
Dreams get older by the day

End of the line
A pension plan for a suit and tie
Shave, take the pills
And you'll be fine

It's all I have to show
I just want to end it all
I'm still here
And still doing it for the money

Written by:
Chris Newton, David Swan, Zowie Swan

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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