Текст Soul Coughing – Sleepless

I got the will to drive myself sleepless

So much time is cashed, so much smoke is wasted
Sudden disappearance, and the air is thick and cool
And I can approach myself, skidding over this perdition

I got the will to drive myself sleepless

Well, I call for sleep, but sleep, it won’t come to me
Shuffling in the hallway, I can hear him on the stairs
And I hear his lighter flicking, I hear the soft sigh of his inhale
And the whole width of my intentions, he exhales into the air, yeah

I got the will to drive myself sleepless

Skeedunt stunt the runt, smoking buddha blunts. Skeedunt stunt the runt
Skeedunt stunt the runt, smoking buddha blunts. Skeedunt stunt the runt

I got the will to drive myself sleepless