Wake Up Dead

He's only 31, the day is born Sits down to eat a bowl, flakes of corn And something very strange comes over his old brain Scratches at his head and wakes up dead Suzie had an eye for home design She didn't get the points and so resigns Herself to checking bags in blue and yellow rags Lifts her hand and yawns and wakes up dead Waiting for a bus to take him there Tom waves away his dreams in soft despair Lifting from his shirt a comb to fix his hair He lifts his and yawns and wakes up dead Filling out a taxing yellow form Every day procedure is the norm Til Jill remembers bein' a childhood ballerina Pencil filled with lead she wakes up dead So listen to these words I send with love There's nothing wrong with anything above But if you have a goal don't let life take its toll You've got to follow all your dreams and wake up You've got to follow all your dreams and wake up You've got to follow all your dreams You've got to follow all your dreams and wake up