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Can't Complain Lyrics
Wake up, start running for your life.
Fill the tumbler with the coffee
Feed the cat and hit the lights.
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you.
The steps are keeping time.
But I can't complain.
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
I've got a bottle for the pain.
I've got a window shade I can pull right down when the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
I can't complain.
Someone will start nipping at your heels.
Panic pumps blood through your knees
But they don't care how you feel.
The little fuckers chewing through the fabric;
They're gonna do you in.
But I can't complain.
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
I've got a bottle for the pain.
I've got a window shade I can pull right down when the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
I can't complain.
And I'm sorry the things I touch, I always damage.
And I'm sorry I always feel like I can't manage to stop the fuckers chewing through the plastic.
They're gonna do me in.
Fill the tumbler with the coffee
Feed the cat and hit the lights.
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you.
The steps are keeping time.
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
I've got a bottle for the pain.
I've got a window shade I can pull right down when the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
I can't complain.
Panic pumps blood through your knees
But they don't care how you feel.
The little fuckers chewing through the fabric;
They're gonna do you in.
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
I've got a bottle for the pain.
I've got a window shade I can pull right down when the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
I can't complain.
And I'm sorry I always feel like I can't manage to stop the fuckers chewing through the plastic.
They're gonna do me in.
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Submitted by
inspectormustache On Mar 15, 2011
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The point is? The point is, when you've got a perfect wave, a perfect anything, you go for it. You don't worry about what the shark has stuffed up his butt. I mean, there will always be sharks, but how often does this once-in-a-lifetime wave come along?