| Get me off your small town mattress |
| And find a rut that’s rough with catches |
| It was easier defined as legend |
| To find a what that’s less imagined |
| Your lies and laws and doors with latches |
| They hide the flaws of all the masses |
| We said, that film was poorly acted |
| You tasted good but I’m still distracted |
| By your face, it’s light to a lens |
| You could hang me by a thread |
| Yeah, you should wake |
| Up all your friends |
| 'Cause they’re all lazybones |
| And no, you’re never gonna get me home |
| We’re always alone |
| And we’ll always be here |
| Lazybones |
| And no, you’re never gonna get me home |
| Come on, change your tone |
| Or we’ll always be here alone |
| I said, ace in love and in resistance |
| So call me, should you need assistance |
| That film was good, it went the distance |
| You tasted good but I’m still distracted |
| By your face, it’s light to a lens |
| You could hang me by a thread |
| Yeah, you should wake up all your friends |
| 'Cause they’re all lazybones |
| And no, you’re never gonna get me home |
| We’re always alone |
| And we’ll always be here |
| 'Cause we’re lazybones |
| And no, you’re never gonna get me home |
| Come on, just change your tone |
| Or you’ll always be alone |
| Hey, what’s going on? |
| You always get these big ideas |
| Then nothing’s wrong |
| Open up your small town matress |
| And find a hut that’s built with thatches |
| It’s easier defined as legend |
| To find a what that’s less imagined |
| By your face, is light to a lens |
| You could hang me by a thread |
| And you should wake up all your friends |
| 'Cause they’re all lazybones |
| And no, you’re never gonna get me home |
| We’re always alone |
| And we’ll always be here |
| 'Cause we’re lazybones |
| And no, you’re never gonna get me home |
| Come on change your tone |
| And I’ll always be here |
| With you, with you |
| With you, oh, with you |