No Future Part IV : No Future Triumphant

ome days start with an earthquake The bed shakes until it breaks And I hate to be awake Most days start with a dull ache Enough weight to crush my face And I hate to be awake Both ways are about the same Making my mouth complain Is pounding the trouser snake So I just lie and count the chains Assign them a thousand names To praise their astounding strength My portrait, proud and vain, hanging without a frame On the wall of the house of pain Fragrance of a pungent skunk Hung in the repugnant Dungeon where I have sunk But I can't say it just once Fragrance of a pungent skunk Hung in a repugnant Dungeon where I have sunk Ooh it stunk Cowering in the glowering gloom Ex-human left entombed, never to be exhumed Remember the flowers in bloom just for an hour or two Then back to the sourest mood Forfeit the power to move Total paralysis soon None welcome to the Ruins of my room Door's closed and there's no window To this odious remote rodent hole Inside we'd find the frozen ghost But we won't expose his decomposing soul Flush that roasts on smoldering coals Blood that flows from broken nose The moss that grows on rolling stones Floating boats, the ocean throw and pull below The loser's movements are truly fruitless The stupid student won't improve one bit He refuses to do his tricks Confused with the rudiments Cruel unusual punishment May prove prudent Hey! I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake I hate to be awake