Fiach Moriarty - Wake Up Dead

He's only 31, the day is born
Sits down to eat a bowl, flakes of corn
And something very strange comes over his old brain
Scratches at his head and wakes up dead

Suzie had an eye for home design
She didn't get the points and so resigns
Herself to checking bags in blue and yellow rags
Lifts her hand and yawns and wakes up dead

Waiting for a bus to take him there
Tom waves away his dreams in soft despair
Lifting from his shirt a comb to fix his hair
He lifts his and yawns and wakes up dead

Filling out a taxing yellow form
Every day procedure is the norm
Til Jill remembers bein' a childhood ballerina
Pencil filled with lead she wakes up dead

So listen to these words I send with love
There's nothing wrong with anything above
But if you have a goal don't let life take its toll
You've got to follow all your dreams and wake up

You've got to follow all your dreams and wake up
You've got to follow all your dreams
You've got to follow all your dreams and wake up

Written by:
FIACH MORIARTY

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