Lyrics:

What am I getting up and getting up and getting up to do what?
A half of the day
Sitting up in this hotel,counting up the church bells
Isnt that a shame?

Found the meaning,tied the nod
Write the book and lose the plot
Couldnt find another day to say the same thing every day

Im to the house of Benedict
And find a way to make it stick to it
Looking for some discipline
Staying hungry,keeping thin

Why did love hide me?
Did me wrong or what she did
Its the same old ,same old
Is that all a song can be?
And other songs can set you free
But maybe I was wrong

Found the meaning,tied the nod
Write the book and lose the plot
Couldnt find another day to say the same thing every day

Im crawling in to Benedicts house
And find a way to make it stick to it
Looking for some discipline
Staying hungry,keeping thin

The writers came for out of town
Once were 4 ,but one of them drowned
You asked for a little water,we missed
I guess its just a little Apocalypse

Or take the stair to Heavens Gate
change the colour of your hair


and that was that
Never wrote a damn thing
But if you supposingly like it
Thats your right
And youll be giving a name

Found the meaning,tied the nod
Write the book and lose the plot
Couldnt find another day to say the same thing every day

Im crawling in to Benedicts house
And find a way to make it stick to it
Looking for some discipline
Staying hungry,keeping thin
Keeping thin,keeping thin
Keeping thin