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  1. Little Sleep

From the album WRITTEN IN STONE

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Lyrics

LITTLE SLEEP

Our first breath is slapped out of us
By a cold hand in the night.
Shaken, and a little nervous,
We're carried into the light.

Though that first day was a tough one,
What follows sure has it beat.
We live our lives under the gun --
Left to squirm on the hot seat.

The cost of living is sky high;
Life itself is dirt cheap.
We really can't afford to die --
Just rent a little sleep.
Rent a little sleep.
Rent a little sleep.
Just rent a little sleep.

Work as long and hard as we can,
Six or seven days a week.
Never further than we began,
And the future's just as bleak.

Give our children more than we had;
Treat our wives just like queens.
A little good, a lot of bad,
And very little in between.

The cost of living is sky high;
Life itself is dirt cheap.
We really can't afford to die --
Just rent a little sleep.
Rent a little sleep.
Rent a little sleep.
Just rent a little sleep.
Maybe lease a little sleep.

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