Boiled Frogs Lyrics - Crisis - Alexisonfire

a man sits at his desk 

One year from retirement 

And he's up for review 

Not quite sure what to do 

each passing year 

The workload grows 

I'm always wishing 

I'm always wishing too late 

For things to go my way 

It always ends up the same 

Count your blessings 

I must be missing, I must be missing the point 

Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise 

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Count your blessings on one hand 

So wait up 

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight 

There's so much to dream about 

there must be more to my life 

Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe 

Even though his joints are clogged with rust 

My youth is slipping 

my youth is slipping away 

Safe in monotony SO SAFE day after day 

Count your blessings 

My youth is slipping 

my youth is slipping away 

cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late 

Count your blessings on one hand 

So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight 

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life 

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Can't help but feel betrayed 

punch the clock every single day 

There's no loyalty, and no remorse 

Youth stole for a pension cheque, 

and it makes him fucking sick 

He's heating up, he can't say no 

So wait up 

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight 

There's so much to dream about 

there must be more to my life 

So wait up 

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight 

Between the light and shallow waves 

is where I'm going to die 

Wait up for me 

Wait up for me 

Wait up for me