crazy person

If I look like A crazy person Maybe it's because I'm a crazy person I make my bed every other night I don't sleep in it half the time If I could I would But I won't So I don't I sleep walk through the alley way I never can seem to remember the day I wish someone would help me out My bed flew away so I strapped it down But I make that shit every other night I don't sleep good in it half the time Some people They get served on a silver platter Berries and chips In their pancake batter Wanna know why 'Cause their dad's a rich guy And they all make their beds every single night And they sleep so good from nine to nine Hey Won't Go Home