Sunday morning passed me by; Left me in a sleepy, sorry haze. ? Yes it's time. Light a smoke, it keeps me wide awake. If you're asking for my help, Don't even try. Pistons moving, making pace. Leading me towards the foolish pace Downturned faces everywhere Tears and moans have got me all the way. If you're asking for my help, Don't even try. Don't even tell me Which way to go. I just had to raise a smile Inside this hole. If you're asking for my help, Don't even try. Time wouldn't tell me Which way to go. I just had to raise a smile Inside this hole. Time wouldn't tell me Which way to go. I just had to raise a smile Inside this hole.