I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today
All the barbershops and funeral homes were open, oh
And the customers were coming
And the business was doing great
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
Dreaming dreams and drooling on my bed
All the people in my town would be born
And they'd, and they'd get themselves a hair cut
And then promptly after they'd be dead
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
When a drunk girl awoke me on the train
But I did not hear her mumbling
And I did not hear her stumbling
As I dubbed myself a passenger
And kindly stepped away
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow, of tomorrow
I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wasteside
I was sleeping, I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
I was sleeping, ladies and gentlemen
I was sleee-eeeahhhh
I was sleeping by the wasteside of tomorrow
But it's better than sleeping by the wasteside of today
All the barbershops and funeral homes were open
And the customers were coming
And the business was doing so, so great
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