Boiled Frogs Songtext / Lyric

a man sits at his desk

One year from retirement

And he's up for review

Not quite sure what to do

each passing year

The workload grows



I'm always wishing

I'm always wishing too late

For things to go my way

It always ends up the same



Count your blessings



I must be missing, I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise



Count your blessings on one hand



So wait up

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

there must be more to my life






Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe

Even though his joints are clogged with rust



My youth is slipping

my youth is slipping away

Safe in monotony SO SAFE day after day



Count your blessings



My youth is slipping

my youth is slipping away

cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late



Count your blessings on one hand



So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life



Can't help but feel betrayed

punch the clock every single day

There's no loyalty, and no remorse

Youth stole for a pension cheque,

and it makes him fucking sick

He's heating up, he can't say no



So wait up

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

there must be more to my life

So wait up

I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

Between the light and shallow waves

is where I'm going to die



Wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me