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I sleep in late  Another day  Oh what a wonder  Oh what a waste.  It's a monday  It's so mundane  What exciting things  Will happen today?  The yard is full of hard rubbish it's a mess and  I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab  We should ammend that  I pull the sheets back  It's 40 degrees  And i feel like i'm dying.  Life's getting hard in here  So i do some gardening  Anything to take my mind away from where it's sposed to be.  The nice lady next door talks of green beds  And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them  I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.  Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.  I feel pro-active  I pull out weeds  All of a sudden  I'm having trouble breathing in.   My hands are shaky Letras de canciones My knees are weak  I can't seem to stand  On my own two feet  I'm breathing but i'm wheezing  Feel like i'm emphysem-in'  My throat feels like a funnel  Filled with weet bix and kerosene and  Oh no, next thing i know  They call up triple o  I'd rather die than owe the hospital  Till I get old  I get adrenalin  Straight to the heart  I feel like Uma Thurman  Post-overdosing kick start  Reminds me of the time  When i was really sick and i  Had too much psuedoefedryn and i  Couldn't sleep at night  Halfway down high street, andy looks ambivalent  He's probably wondering what i'm doing getting in an ambulance  The paramedic thinks i'm clever cos i play guitar  I think she's clever cos she stops people dying  Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic  Should've stayed in bed today  I much prefer the mundane.  I take a hit from  An asthma puffer  I do it wrong  I was never good at smoking bongs.  I'm not that good at breathing in. From Letras Mania