Wake Me Up - State Champion

Ninety something miles an hour from Louisiana to Texas

I got the Grim Reaper smoking cigarillos in my rear view mirror

His turn signal’s blinking towards my brother’s exit

He’s checking his checklist

While my brother’s in the back half dreaming of ass

Half ashen in a cooler of beer

Now wake him up when the coast is clear

Hey, a tower of tears in a push up position

Casino, bathroom, abattoir, dancehall

Dog pound pay per view illuminating bones for sale

When the hourglass shatters on the shit-head friend

Montage of (?) is easy

We’ve got a broken clock that’s right two times a day

Neither the fuck is sleeping

Either the darkest or deepest of this apartment’s secrets

Seen by the light of a TV

I’ll wake you up if I can find someone to relieve me

When you wake up you might not see me

I put my body in a drop dream drige of Dickensian hangover

Now it’s creaking beneath me in a chorus with the floorboards and a union mike

But the parking is quicksand and life is a risk and

Every love is to die

A love a love is to die

A love a love is to die

Rolling every night

When the rock club turns to the disco

Cinderella’s drinking for half the price

Well I left prints on the wall of my mother’s office

But at midnight I’m drinking for twice

Yeah at midnight I’m sitting by a bucket of water

Used to be a bucket of ice

Oh won’t you wake me up in the van

Oh won’t you wake me up in the van

Won’t you wake me up when the weather’s not so nice