Austin Ash Lemon - Sick Day

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Awoke All gross Nose to toe Totally coated In a vile slimy tie-dye Trapped in on all sides by bright light Sink back Crib rash Electric socket current zaps hand In the tranquil blackness backstage Then the spotlight creeps up the leg When it sneaks between the drapes They drew when we peek through Awoke Sore throat I could tough it out, but, eh, oh Surely anyone would do it Posing as a legal truant While the Thermom- -meter mom puts in's in fake [off?/cough?] When the temperature is dinging That's the chime of freedom ringing Singing for the day that has been Won along we sung Looks like you're coming down With a nasty bug Lemme feel your brow Oh you're burning up Something's going around It must be contagious The rashes break out The noses run Go get some rest, hon I am under the weather That I will never ever weather I am under the weather That I will never ever weather I am under the weather That I will never ever weather I am under the weather That I will never ever weather Never ever... Awoke Sweat-soaked I should call in, but I'm so broke Damn it, wasn't I an artist? I'd become a conscious carcass God, the Thought of Doug's repugnant Monday's [?] Makes me think it's not the sickness Or what if the sickness is this Listlessly I heed the shrieking clock Then shut it up Woke up miserably ill With the office crud Knockin' back the dayquil Just so I can stand up Slam a handful of pills But they don't do much It takes all my will Not to retaste lunch Ovens burst with buns We need a drug to be a crutch I Will not forget About those butts Awoke Alone Respirator cackles as though It just thought of something funny Roosters roar and skies are ugly We don't Quite know When it will be time to let go Haven't played guitar in ages Let alone gone up on stages Thanks for coming out to see the show But that's all folks Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Asses to asses Bust to [?] Stick a fork and it's done Hear the hinges squeal shut Hear the world chug Backstage Staring at the light Backstage Pulling back the blind what could have been in another life Backstage The fat lady sings Backstage There is no reprise a cordial bow I take my leap
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