Mushroom Boy

Sun is seeping through my blinds

Go back to bed, dream again

Rise, it's dark, go meet some folks;

But something's wrong and I'm not ready

What if I said something wrong?

Well don't you hear me a-callin'?

Roll out, stride out and put your head up, mushroom boy, I'm here

Now try and keep your cool

Throw down, take of your clothes and head down, mushroom boy, and hey!

I still think you're cool

Sack of dirt; worthless and broke

Go back to bed, dream again

Christ it's dark, I'm all alone

Well don't you hear me a-callin'?

Roll out, stride out and put your head up, mushroom boy, I'm here

Now try and keep your cool

Throw down, take of your clothes and head down, mushroom boy, and hey!

I still think you're cool

And in the corner of your room; you will find me

And like the dust on your broom; forget me

And after all these times are through; you will see

This is the story of a wheel; and eventually

Roll out, stride out and put your head up, mushroom boy, I'm here

Now try and keep your cool

And if you fade out, try not to get so hung up, mushroom boy, and hey!

I still think you're cool