Oh, To Sleep

Mamma' saw me fall
Disappointed and all
I hope that she's not tired
Cause we've got a lot to do
Satan's down the hall
Phone in hand and all
I hope that he's not tired

All my saints have a real good hold
On what we call stoned, and baby it's no joke
And I swear, I've been there before
I swear I've been there before
And I swear, I've been there before
And honey it's just a joke

Oh my son, yeah, you poor old soul
That's not a business coat
It's a sail for my sailing boat
Oh boy, now come here and bring me that book
I'll rip out that page and save it for
Those of you who want to stay

Oh, to sleep is to be dead
Cause we've got a lot to do
Yeah, we've got a lot to do

It's been a while now
Since I've seen the face
Of a devil who knows my name,
Of a devil who shares my taste

It's been a while now
Since I've seen the face
Of a God who knows my name,
Of a God who shares my taste