I got a message for me from a born-again
Yellow lights were blinking in my brain
It was the same way with his last day
A paperboy disappeared at the dawn
I got lost in my way since the day
Life is something to do when you can't sleep
Just do dull things with style you believe
She's waiting for the perfect stroke
I got a message for me from a born-again
Yellow lights were blinking in my brain
It was the same way with his last day
He knew how to do, How to play
He knew how to spit, How to dance
He knew how to do, How to play
He knew how to spit, How to dance
Life is something to do when you can't sleep
Just do dull things with style you believe