I bet you didn't go to sleep tonight 'cause I can see it in what's left of your eyes It's not glamorous or sensual It's not sex, it's just stress And you can't manage on your ownio It's less regression more than elegant hole That comes with lack and job security And more tests, but not sex I got your coffee in my cup We can rest like a baby Once we finished thinking everything That can be thought maybe find a Z-Z-Z at the foot of my bed and my world I'm your girl Four hours sleep I'm grateful Three hours sleep I'm skipping things Two hours sleep I'm a hateful bitch One hour sleep I'm the missing link Between the living and the dead Living and the dead, living and the dead I can remember when I last slept right Which would be useful on a Saturday night if I looked any way presentable But I look wrecked, undead So chicken I know what your going through Post office windows started to look like The Louvre and your mind starts to desintegrate It's no fun, you're undone I got nothing but a diet coke A running through my veins and when gets to 4AM I start to talk like a baby Goin Wah Wah Wah Can I just go back to the womb, is there room? Four hours sleep I'm grateful Three hours sleep I'm skipping things Two hours sleep I'm a hateful One hour sleep I'm the missing link Between the living and the dead Living and the dead, living and the dead Ohh living and the dead Oh living and the dead, living and the dead I got nothing but stupid people running through my head And I would literally sell my soul for a bed That does the only thing I've ever ask it to do Four hours sleep I'm grateful Three hours sleep I'm skipping things Two hours sleep I'm a hateful One hour sleep I'm the missing link Four hours sleep I'm grateful Three hours sleep I'm skipping things Two hours sleep I'm a hateful One hour sleep I'm the missing link Between the living and the dead Living and the dead, living and the dead Ooh living and the dead Living and the dead, living and the dead