Chords
| Emin | C |
| It's far too late for | me. |
| G | F | C | Emin |
| Staying up like this is | pure stu | pidi | ty. |
| C |
The TV tube glows | bright. |
| G | F | C | D |
| Am I bathing or | drowning | in its | light? |
| F | C | A7 | D | D7 |
| Everyone's in | bed, I know. | I should have been there | long a | go. |
Chorus (repeat)
| G | Emin | C | D |
I am | o | | ver | tired, as I |
| G | F | C | D |
| Slouch on | soggy | bones. | |
| G | Emin | C | D |
And I'm | ba | | dly | wired, feelin' |
| G | F | C | D |
| Like a | sack of | stones. | |
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When I can't take anymore, |
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Inspiration hits me -- like a two-by-four. |
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I write, but it's no use. |
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This time of night, I just haven't got the juice. |
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I can't let this go to waste. Hesitation leads to haste. |
Chorus (repeat)
| G | Emin | C | D |
I am | o | | ver | tired, as I |
| G | F | C | D |
| Slouch on | soggy | bones. | |
| G | Emin | C | D |
And I'm | ba | | dly | wired, feelin' |
| G | F | C | D |
| Like a | sack of | stones. | |
|
This is no way to behave. |
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Tomorrow, I'll be dead. Now, I dig my own grave. |
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Turn it off, and go to sleep, |
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My clothes beside me in a crumpled heap. |
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The effort isn't so immense. This whole dim evening makes no sense. |
Chorus (repeat)
| G | Emin | C | D |
I am | o | | ver | tired, as I |
| G | F | C | D |
| Slouch on | soggy | bones. | |
| G | Emin | C | D |
And I'm | ba | | dly | wired, feelin' |
| G | F | C | D |
| Like a | sack of | stones. | |
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