Letra de Boiled Frogs (Live)
a man sits at his desk One year from retirement And he's up for review Not quite sure what to do each passing year The workload growsI'm always wishing I'm always wishing too late For things to go my way It always ends up the sameCount your blessingsI must be missing, I must be missing the point Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noiseCount your blessings on one handSo wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about there must be more to my lifePoor little tin man, still swinging his axe Even though his joints are clogged with rustMy youth is slipping my youth is slipping away Safe in monotony SO SAFE day after dayCount your blessingsMy youth is slipping my youth is slipping away cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too lateCount your blessings on one handSo wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my lifeCan't help but feel betrayed punch the clock every single day There's no loyalty, and no remorse Youth stole for a pension cheque, and it makes him fucking sick He's heating up, he can't say noSo wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about there must be more to my life So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to dieWait up for me Wait up for me Wait up for me