Sign It Away - Swingin Utters

The day grows old and gray with rain skies

And the troubles keeping you likewise

Go to bed after television

As outside the moon is turning crimson

All alone on a Sunday (sign it all away)

«Tomorrow's no different"as you say (sign it all away)

Sleep with a drink in your hand (sign it all away)

Stick your head in the sand and sign it all away

The tomb where the deadmen sleep reminds you

That your time’s too short to grow remorseful

You prick up your ears and find it disconcerting

To hear the din of the boys in the chapel praying

You’ve got a burden that’s sandbagging you

But you can’t quite let it out it’s

Like a poison like a sickness that’s got you cryin' out