sweet (fucking christ) november.

you're sort of stuck where you are
but in your dreams, you can buy expensive cars
and live on mars -- have it your way.

and you hate your boss at your job
but in your dreams, you can blow his head off
in your dreams, show no mercy.

and all your bad days will end
and all your bad days will end
you have to sleep late when you can
and all your bad days will end.

- the flaming lips, "bad days" (1994).