Not a Job

Pull the final splinters Of missing picture winters You have to give yourself a break What's the fascination? With lovers at the station You have to tear yourself away The dream again nobody understands Walkin' through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today Sleep it off Words to make her stay, you said Leave me and the plants die A panic smile across your face Corrugated brow line An' hissing bitter punchline Call when you can tie your lace The dream again nobody understands Walkin' through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today Sleep it off Sleep it off Sleep it off Hissing bitter punchline Hissing bitter punchline Bitter punchline Hissing bitter punchline Hissing bitter punchline Bitter punchline The dream again nobody understands Walkin' through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today You rule my world You rule my world, my brother You rule my world You rule my world, compadre (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey)