Brock Zeman - Season of Sleep lyrics

It's hurry, hurry, hurry, it's rush, rush, rush I feel like a dog that's been whipped too much I just wanna lay down Lay down and die somewhere But roll on little doggies mush, mush, mush Just keep on wading through this muck Until you fall face down and run out of air I could use some sleep and a pretty dream I'm dead on my feet, oh I feel like I'm sinking I can do a little dance and I can shine your shoes I can sing a little song for some gas and booze Just like a little puppet, but who the hell's pulling the strings? Ha, ha! Life's a joke but nobody's laughing Trying to carve out a living unpacking and packing Well go on funny boy, get on up there and sing I could use some sleep and a pretty dream I'm dead on my feet, oh I feel like I'm sinking Oh good lord, cut the telephone cord And board up the door I need a season of sleeping Simon says sit, and Simon says stand Simon says sing, now get in the van But Simon didn't say, too bad you're out The motor's got a fever and the brakes are screaming And the gas tank's thirsty and the oil needs changing I'm just praying this wreck will get us home somehow