Tourists rob you of your home
In sunken boats
And you can hide quiet as a mouse
But they'll find you out
And she aked me what have you felt
So down and out
You can stay with me at my house

When I woke my back was broke from lyin on the floor
Sunlight poured through all the cracks in my front door

Wake up you've got a lot of things to do
Wake up the sun is rising without you

Toursits robbed me of my child
They smoked him out
He was draft dodgin some war
Till they found him out
And he came wanderin in the night
to his mom and me
And he said times, they gotta change,
but so do we

When I woke I was alive in sombody's room
I felt life and love and hope infested my bones

Wake up you've got a lot of things to do
Wake up the sun is rising without you

When I woke my body was dyin all over the floor
I felt apathy and hate infested my bones

Wake up you've got a lot of things to do
Wake up the sun is rising without you

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Writer(s): RICHARD CHARLES EDWARDS