Oh How I Hate To Get Up In the Morning, Oh How I'D Love To Remain In Bed

I can do my job while sleep and bishops splay and angels weep tears of fears of home made stewin' nine eleven coffee brewin' discontent and fox news spewin' hatred that's ungood. There's no sense in poverty of coupla billion folks like me who have no interest in the sheen propagated by an instinct mean ingless. When ya see the entire scene it seems that's how it goes.