The birds are the enemy, their songs and the sun They're hammering nails in the coffin of fun The last drop of warmth from your soul has been wrung You now have to face that the day has begun It means you'll be summoned to a place they call work In whose hallways you linger and corners you lurk You're already three days late on a task That they gave you to fail, they don't even ask Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after amidst the peals of laughter Your brain is in pain and your fate has been sealed The liquid inside of your eyes has congealed You can't see in color or discern friend from foe Your neighbors wake slowly and glare 'cause they know That you don't fit in, you can't earn their trust You're up at all hours "you're not one of us" They scowl at your windows but smile at the sun The world has awakened, the day has begun Against my will drawn up the hill amidst the peals of laughter in pain I'm chained to the end of the train where I remain thereafter amidst the peals of laughter... Loose the caboose I'm calling a truce