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rob carlile - sod lyrics

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i wake up at one
wonder what to do til two
do very little til three
treat myself well til four

and lie awake at one
think about life til two
think about death til three
think about death til four

i’m a lazy sod
i gaze into chasms
my every thought
is but a muscular spasm
wrapped up in airs and layers of sarcasm
an ironic icon of iconoclasm

phantasms
i has em
waste enough days away and they’ll haunt you
know where they’ve gone to?
no i don’t want to
if i disappoint you that’s on you

some have to sing
i just keep humming
some do their thing
i do my nothing
some keep swimming
i bob like flotsam
what some got is a lot
i do not
some
sleep with a wife in a marital bed
i creep through life like a sense of drеad
some are alive with drivе and a dream
i have my routine

i wake up at one
waste a little time til two
waste a little time til three
waste a little time til four

and lie awake at one
tell myself i’ll sleep at two
tell myself the same at three
don’t even pretend at four

i’m an irish sod
with a head for craic
i don’t have nothing i have faic
never in the black or on the pigs back
get a mouth full of rags when i eat barnbrack

might look shabby, i am in fact
it’s only when i’m hungry that i feel like a snack
my days are so long, but it hasn’t made me practice
only wrote this song to procrastinate my taxes
no thesis
who needs this
i just do what i do cos it pleases
live in the moments
blow in the breezes
roll out of bed and spread like diseases

some make the best of best of their lot
i do it less and that’s what i’ve got
some do what they do just for fun
and i don’t do a godd+mn thing until + one

mess around with synths til two
undo what i did at three
see what’s on tv at four

then i’m done
mess around life til two
lie in my bed til three
wondering what i’m for

i’m a jaded sod
everything bores me
i eat like a child of four shops for me
pizza and chocolate in unholy medley
gluttony is great, sloth is deadly
my kind of sin. i have a floor
why buy a bin, what’s a hamper for
i don’t clean plates, or + the floors, or bathrooms
it’s my nature, i abhor a vacuum

i’m attached to a life of ephemera
here’s one that i know is gonna centre ya
from a bum down to a holy roman emperor
when the sun burns out who is gon’ remember ya?

so don’t fight the power, or come for the king
power’s too powerful, that’s its whole thing
why fight the powers that be, i’m done
the game isn’t rigged, it’s over, they’ve already
won
waste a little time til two
waste a lot of time til three
feel beat down at four

and feel confused at one
languish in the blues at two
wishing it were through by three
give up on rhyming by four

some make a statement i just keep talking
some stay awake and i’m just sleepwalking
some are alive and striving to stay
i waste life away (when i wake at one)

i waste a little time til two
lose all sense of rhythm at three
end the song at four

- rob carlile lyrics

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