WAITING FOR THE SUN

everybody's tired and wasted
unsatisfied and pale like death
no one looks like all the models
of h&m the mood is bad

sometimes you can hear some laughter
but when you look a bit too close
you see all these happy people
have a white line underneath their nose

all this wouldn't be so bad
if it wasn't raining all the time
six weeks a month of pms
the undertaker's doin' fine

everybody's waiting for the sun
everybody's waiting for the sun
rain and taxes and no prozac
tell me, where's the fun

space is tight under the bridges
booze is cheap and soon you'll find
nothing bad to see in your life
but you're not happy, you're just blind

and the very happy few
who still got a job to do
work a hundred hours a week
until they get fired, too

depression is that one disease
we all have, and aching knees
but thanks to tv we can handle
our suicidal tendencies

everybody's waiting for the sun
everybody's waiting for the sun
rain and taxes and no prozac
tell me, where's the fun

everybody's waiting for the sun
everybody's waiting for the sun
rain and taxes and no prozac
tell me, where's the fun

when your car is old and dirty
the police think that you smoke pot
when it's nice and clean just hide it
to make sure you won't get robbed

everybody's waiting for the sun
everybody's waiting for the sun
rain and taxes and no prozac
tell me, where's the fun

everybody's waiting for the sun
everybody's waiting for the sun
all the millionaires are cryin'
money is on the run

everybody's waiting for the sun

[M & L: S. Breuer]

Release: "Waking The Dead" (album)