Hey it’s a warning, head’s gonna be sore in the morning,

You can try, ignoring, but that just seems so BORING!

The sun is falling, on the way home,

This path I walk is crumbling, like the city, monochrome

I’m a new sensation, in my headphones,

Isolated millions, rule overthrown

Hey it’s a warning, head’s gonna be sore in the morning,

You can try, ignoring, but that just seems so BORING!

We’re so distracted, we can’t decide

The ghost we chase are working overtime

A secret passage, up in my mind

Let’s escape this meaningless, never-ending grind

Hey it’s a warning, head’s gonna be sore in the morning,

You can try, ignoring, but that just seems so BORING!

I said Hey! It’s a warning, your heads gonna roll in the morning,

You can try ignoring, the crowd just keeps on roaring!

We’re on trial, you’re on trial…

The word seems to be in denial, but could you accept the truth, if it were strangling you with it’s sweaty calloused red hands!? Is that too much for ya?

DANCE!

Hey it’s a warning, head’s gonna be sore in the morning,

You can try, ignoring, but that just seems so BORING!

I said hey! It’s a warning, your heads gonna roll in the morning,

You can try ignoring, the crowd just keeps on roaring!

We’re on trial….

Do ya get it yet?