The bottle is open and so is the man
Stumbles up to face the day
Like a dream the world seems to sing now
But it didn’t have much to say
Said ‘don’t let stress get you head in a mess, my friend
close your eyes and please don’t look at the time
the dishes are clean and your beds made from top to end
a bottle and some time and all things will be just fine’
He’d been wondering should he try anymore
He said they said is was dead
Should he try and go to the top now
Or should he just go to bed
I said, ‘don’t let stress get your head in a mess my friend
close your eyes and please don’t look at the time
the dishes are clean and your beds made from top to end
a bottle and some time and all things will be just fine’
You better get things while you can
You better stop them, you better grab them
Better
Simple Pleasures, man
Simple Pleasures
Simple Pleasures, man
