Insomnia Is The Power That A Fake Tan Can Sprout To Perform Open Heart Surgery Lyrics

Burn the faerie dust to get their gold.

Sell it to the little blue men in my eyes.

Kick some butt.

Flex my muscles.

Make out with the boom box.



Sleep sux!

Who am i kidding.

Insomnia keeps them dreams away.

So life is dull

And i kinda hate it.



Insomnia saves the faeries

Insomnia screws over the little blue men

Insomnia lets the 8th grader that lives next door smack the crap out of me with a water noodle

Insomnia makes me too tired to work out

Insomnia makes it so the only action i can get is with the computer screen.



Si.

Sleep sux.

Insomnia suxx worse.

I fricken hate you.

And you ability to sleep like a normal person.

Cant write a decent song.

Too long.

So

Insomnia makes me go crazy with intent.

And I never want to see any of you again

So leave.

I never could figure out how to burn the faerie dust anyway...

Much less catch one.