text: The birds are the enemy, their songs and the sun
  Theyre hammering nails in the coffin of fun
  The last drop of warmth from your soul has been wrung
  You now have to face that the day has begun
  It means youll be summoned to a place they call work
  In whose hallways you linger and corners you lurk
  Youre already three days late on a task
  That they gave you to fail, they dont even ask
  Jack and Jill went up the hill
  To fetch a pail of water
  Jack fell down and broke his crown
  And Jill came tumbling after
  Amidst the peals of laughter
  Your brain is in pain and your fate has been sealed
  The liquid inside of your eyes has congealed
  You cant see in color or discern friend from foe
  Your neighbors wake slowly and glare cause they know
  That you dont fit in, you cant earn their trust
  Youre up at all hours youre not one of us
  They scowl at your windows but smile at the sun
  The world has awakened, the day has begun
  Against my will drawn up the hill
  Amidst the peals of laughter
  In pain Im chained to the end of the train
  Where I remain thereafter
  Amidst the peals of laughter...
  Loose the caboose Im calling a truce