Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning la la Everybody in the evening la la
You're talking to me, are you talking to me mate?
Talking about the state I'm in
Sometimes I wake up, running
Why the fuck am I running? Am I coming? Or am I going? Am I showing?
The symptoms of a madman tell me where I'm going
Straight down, to set, to the ground In a spiral, viral infection
My direction is really south I rip your fucking face
I still shut your fucking mouth I get so paranoid there's pain in my head
Can't get a job, can't get out of bed
Constantly helping myself to the stash
I should sell, and the fact that I get myself in a situation going straight to hell
Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Things ain't looking too good I thought they were looking bad
Cos I can't even chat to mum and dad
I wanna go back to what I had
Before I went through the wrong floor
Now all I wanna do is score
And no way stop and just think about it
This ain't good, what am I stuck?
Will I sink without it? So stop crying and whidging about it
That's who I am
Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning, la-la Everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning, la-la And everybody in the evening, la-la
Everybody in the morning, la la
Everybody in the evening, la la
Everybody in the morning, la la
Everybody in the morning, la la