Come Back to Bed - Todd Kerns

Oh, Monday morning

And the world wants to sink it’s teeth into you

And the flying monkeys will tear you limb from limb again

Go and fight the freeway

A death race to your 9 to 5 machine

Like salmon fighting your way upstream

Oh around it goes and when it stops nobody knows

Let the world spin without us today

Baby, come back to bed

The devil might miss you

With the jackals by the copy machine

But they’ll never find us in the fortress we’ve built today

As the pawns are falling

The king sends out another wave

But we are nowhere to be found

Turn off the phone let it take a message

We’ll hide at home here with Maury Povich

And we’ll be living the dream

Let them fight the freeway

A death race to reality tv

And we’ll be oblivious to it all