No Future, Pt. 4: No Future Triumphant Lyrics - Most Lamentable Tragedy - Titus Andronicus

ome days start with an earthquake 

The bed shakes until it breaks 

And I hate to be awake 

Most days start with a dull ache 

Enough weight to crush my face 

And I hate to be awake 

Both ways are about the same 

Making my mouth complain 

Is pounding the trouser snake 

So I just lie and count the chains 

Assign them a thousand names 

To praise their astounding strength 

My portrait, proud and vain, hanging without a frame 

On the wall of the house of pain 

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Fragrance of a pungent skunk 

Hung in the repugnant 

Dungeon where I have sunk 

But I can't say it just once 

Fragrance of a pungent skunk 

Hung in a repugnant 

Dungeon where I have sunk 

Ooh it stunk 

Cowering in the glowering gloom 

Ex-human left entombed, never to be exhumed 

Remember the flowers in bloom just for an hour or two 

Then back to the sourest mood 

Forfeit the power to move 

Total paralysis soon 

None welcome to the 

Ruins of my room 

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Door's closed and there's no window 

To this odious remote rodent hole 

Inside we'd find the frozen ghost 

But we won't expose his decomposing soul 

Flush that roasts on smoldering coals 

Blood that flows from broken nose 

The moss that grows on rolling stones 

Floating boats, the ocean throw and pull below 

The loser's movements are truly fruitless 

The stupid student won't improve one bit 

He refuses to do his tricks 

Confused with the rudiments 

Cruel unusual punishment 

May prove prudent 

Hey! I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake 

I hate to be awake