Up like a 7
Comin' back from heaven
Singin' damned if I do...or if I don't.
Rather talk to Russians in the evening
Than listen to Rush in the morning
I've got my Sprite,...I've got my Orange Crush.
Can't believe the trees' leaves have all left
And that left is right is wrong...
Still wonderin' where what I never had went.
I've spent the last hour trying to wake up
Hearing half the words to this song, I try to make up....
The rest, as I pray my mind unturns from mush.
Comin' back from heaven
Singin' damned if I do...or if I don't.
Rather talk to Russians in the evening
Than listen to Rush in the morning
I've got my Sprite,...I've got my Orange Crush.
Can't believe the trees' leaves have all left
And that left is right is wrong...
Still wonderin' where what I never had went.
I've spent the last hour trying to wake up
Hearing half the words to this song, I try to make up....
The rest, as I pray my mind unturns from mush.
