; Lyrics - Zing Mee met de Radio


I sleep in late another day
Oh what a wonder; oh what a waste
It's a Monday - it's so mundane
What exciting things will happen today
The yard is full of hard rubbish it's a mess and
I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab
We should amend that, I pull the sheets back
It's 40 degrees and I feel like I'm dying
Life's getting hard in here so I do some gardening
Anything to take my mind away from where it's 'sposed to be
The nice lady next door talks of green beds
And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them
I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps
Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes
I feel pro-active, I pull out weeds
All of a sudden I'm having trouble breathing in
My hands are shaky, my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
I'm breathing but I'm wheezing
Feel like I'm emphysem-in'
My throat feels like a funnel
Filled with Weet-Bix and kerosene and
Oh no, next thing I know they call up triple-O
I'd rather die than owe the hospital 'til I get old
I get adrenalin straight to the heart
I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosing kick start
Reminds me of the time when I was really sick and I
Had too much psuedoefedryn and I couldn't sleep at night
Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent
He's probably wondering what I'm doing getting in an ambulance
The paramedic thinks I'm clever 'cause I play guitar
I think she's clever 'cause she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super-hypocondriactic
Should've stayed in bed today - I much prefer the mundane
I take a hit from an asthma puffer
I do it wrong; I was never good at smoking bongs
I'm not that good at breathing in