There's a riot in the kitchen and the bed's on fire There's a locket in my
pocket that I can't find Oh I'm at the window whistling in the wind I'm
at my own front door and I can't get in
I'm dialing up 911 I'm on the
brink of trouble again, If you could change the time, a little, Then
everything would be Fine, fine, fine
Tell me do you have a home-made
remedy, The only time we talk is in our sleep Oh he likes mornings, I
like the moon It's a typical case of too little, too soon
I'm dialing
up 911 I'm on the brink of trouble again, If you could change the time, a
little, Then everything would be Fine, fine, fine
...My back is in
the corner, My boat is taking on water, You can't wrap fire up in
paper And you can't rap your way out of here
Oh I like mornings, he
likes the moon It's a typical case of too late, too soon
