Hush little baby, don't say a word
Go and get that rest that you deserve.
Let that sun keep shining down
Take a trip to Sleepytown.
Go and take a nap.
Huuuuuush
Every-Everyday out of bed at the first crack of dawn,
Get dressed, breakfast, through a non-stop yawn
Coffee after coffee at the office all mornin'
But the only part about me waking up is my colon
As my day is getting hectic
I'm becoming narcoleptic
Gettin' nowhere on my checklist
dreaming would be more effective
Now I'm picturing my hammock strung between two trees
My mind is at ease, as I sway in the breeze
Just absorbing the peace, man what I'd give to be unconscious
Get horizontal and do anything that's not this
Workin' on these spreadsheets
Wish I had my bed sheets
Head meets keyboard and I get to counting mad sheep
Been overworked like a dog
Beagle
I should be sleeping like a log
Beattles!
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Poor weary thing, you've been overworked
Let that sun keep shining down
Take a trip to Sleepytown
It's a beautiful day!
Man, I gotta take advantage
What better way to celebrate than emulate the Spanish?
My head's all dizzy
Eyelids heavy
It's 2: 30 somewhere, let's get this siesta ready!
Set the candle burning, that nostalgic smell of cinnamon
Takes me back to preschool, feel like I'm a kid again
Found my favorite onesie, got it zipped right up
Decked out with policecars and the red firetrucks
Got my spot pimped out
Satin covers on the couch
Rock the suede blindfold
Pacifier for my mouth
I've got so many teddies made of plush and love and nylon,
And noise reduction headphones so I get my lullaby on
Now quiet in the room!
Man, no more talkin'!
Let me drift away to my Sarah McLachlan!
Dude, you sleep a lot
I mean, how do you keep your job?
Frankly it's a miracle in this economy.
Nevermind, we digress
We'll leave you alone to rest
Go and get your dreeeaaam on
We are the Architects, homie
In control of your dreams!
Yeah, make your lazy mind work with shit it ain't ever seen
We'll have the girl of your fantasies meet you for dinner!
But she's got a thick beard?
And she's wearin' duck flippers!
You try to run away
But you're stuck in slow motion!
You think you're close to home
But you're stuck in Nova Scotia?
And it's cold, son
You ain't got no clothes on
Invisible to no one
Oh! That was a close one!
Oh so embarrassing
Situation harrowing
Feel your knees shaking
As your vision's slowly narrowing
Then we rip the ground from beneath your very toes
Tumble into blackness and death is getting very close
NOW WAKE UP!
You seem fine
With one exception
You got duck feet
You're fast asleep
Three layers deep
INCEPTION!
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Lazy motherf***er, you've been served
Go get dressed and go outside
Normal people sleep at night
Don't take no more naps
Huuuuuuuuuuush