Parody of Bush’s Machinehead:
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up
Stuck in a rut, a craving in my gut
Wanting just some donut holes
I drive to the shop, I park at the front
I smell you like vanilla delight
For my hunger, for my sweet tooth
For escape from my reality
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
And I sleep on my duty
I sleep on my duty
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up
Fat, slow, hubris
Fell like I to deserve this
Leaning on my coffee cup
Splenda is like bliss
Unhealthy all the time
If I had my gun with me I'd shoot to kill
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
I sleep on my duty
I sleep on my duty
I've seen the worst crimes of my generation
I'm a dough ball
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled
Better than the rest
Better than the rest
croissant
And I sleep on my duty
And I sleep on my duty
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any vocalists in the house