[Verse 1] Lazy boy, you’re funny in the head A loser born, a loser when you’re dead You’ve fooled them now But soon they’ll see the froth you’re made of It’s 4 AM, you lay awake in bed Your palms are cold, your stomach’s full of dread The mockingbirds And freeway in the distance calm you [Verse 2] Lazy boy, I see the state you’re in The morning rain will wash away your sin The summer breeze Smells like a loaf of cotton candy
