Lyrics
Woke up this mornin'
A black mirror watchin' over me
Brick wall outside my apartment window
A sundial to measure days steadily
Pixels on a 30-inch telly
Ain't the tits always bigger on the screen?
Hand on the clicker, stream to stream
It's my world, I'm Sandler switchin' scenes
It's nothin' new on, just repeats
Ain't seen a soul in bout three weeks
Don't move my lips, I hardly speak
These grave shifts are killin' me
Savin' up for a humble abode
Right on the coast
Where I can smell the roses
Lower my fences
There's a Benz on the lawn
What are the chances (what are the chances) I won't ever see the neighbors?
'Cause we'll be sittin' on 25 acres
Someday, someday, someday
Our money troubles will be yesterday
I walked to the corner
To get some fresh eggs to eat
A man stands outside the storefront
Another begs on his knees
He said, "Please, could you spare me somethin'?
I've got two children to feed
Swear that I don't mean to bother
But you'd ask the same if you were me"
Said every day I wake, I plead
That someone kind looks out for me
So my son and daughter see
Ain't dumb to dream, you see
Savin' up for a humble abode
Right on the coast
Where I can smell the roses
Lower my fences
There's a Benz on the lawn
What are the chances (what ar
