DON’T GET PISSED OFF. Seriously.
The sunbeams sparked this, surely.
There is such a beautiful morning outside my balcony, like a cruel joke.

DON’T BE SOME FREAK. Seriously.
Breakfast? Yeah I’ll just skip that.
On daytime television there’s a fortune-teller who’s got me, spellbound totally bound up and cursed.

Mommy calls, “Hurry up! Come and eat now,”
really sets up that restless morning mode.
Daddy meanwhile starts to do his push-ups and,
Yeah.
This is the same day as ever once again.
What do you think that I’ll be studying well
maybe the earth could blow up into tiny smithereens—
Is what I’d wish but,
We know that’s bunk.

Don’t, get pissed off—seriously…

Don’t get pissed off. Seriously.
This beauty’s too much, goddamn.
Yellow canolas so fragrant I smell out on the road, don’t bitch ‘bout ‘em!

Yeah I’m pissed now! Seriously.
Irritates me to shit, really.
There has to be something wrong about all this (but) when I look out, the morning is just smiling on!

Mommy says, “Hurry up; you gotta leave now,”
really amps up that restless morning mode.
Daddy meanwhile got his weird club swinging and,
It is the same day as ever repeating once again
probably that is how I will let it all unfold and
Yet again today I’m enveloped in morning sunrays,
Forced to pretend it’s all fine,
And living on.

This beautiful morning is so picturesque
Refreshes me to gasp in a sharp breath.
Beautiful mornings so picturesque
Refresh me to gasp a sharp breath.
Beautiful mornings so picturesque
Refresh me to gasp sharp breaths.
Beautiful mornings are so picturesque
Refreshing me to gasp in sharp breaths.

The beautiful morning, picturesque morning,
Beautiful mornings, rising once again.
Beautiful morning, picturesque morning,
Beautiful mornings, outside once again.
Beautiful morning, picturesque morning,
Beautiful mornings, outside once again.
Beautiful morning, picturesque morning,
Beautiful mornings, outside once again.