text: Woke up on the wrong side
  Atrophied throughout
  Dreamt with open eyes
  I was vacuuming about
  In a straight line
  A very straight line
  Each new morning I awake
  With clouds around my bed
  Gut the walls and pipes
  Then vacuum out my head
  In a straight mind
  A very straight mind
  Ooh, vacu-uming
  Waking up dead
  Ooh, vacu-uming
  Waking up dead
  In the kitchen stands a man
  In a backlit halo glow
  Wears a darkened smile
  Is there something I should know?
  Something all consuming
  All consuming
  Ooh, vacu-uming
  Waking up dead
  From above, vacu-uming
  Waking up dead
  I feel the suction rev
  As I waltz the vacuum arm
  End to end it sucks itself
  And pulls me with its charm
  Morning in a vortex
  Noon I squint my eyes
  You peak inside my empty shell
  A memory in disguise
  The tree outside is upside down
  My head hangs off the bed
  They say I’m just a pair of lungs
  Connected by a thread
  I’m presuming, the end is looming
  In trouble when I put my foot down
  And try to have a voice
  In trouble when I kindly back down
  And let you have your choice
  My soul was sucked out in the ether
  Just about half past nine
  My carcass went out drinkin’
  At closing time