Lucksmiths I Can't Believe It's Not Better Lyrics

Take your time
Or some of mine
I’ve got more than I know what to do with
It’s getting boring
At the wrong end of the morning
Staring myself stupid
Into a turned-off television
Cross-eyed, couch-ridden

I should get myself to bed
Or get myself together
I suppose it could be worse
But I can’t believe it’s not better

A lot depends
On the friendliness of friends
I reckon I should reconsider
So come on, spring to my defence
When nothing else makes sense But unemployment figures
I can still afford to find it funny
That there’s so much month left at the end of the money

I should get myself to bed
Or get myself together
I suppose it could be worse
But I can’t believe it’s not better

Hurry up! Hurry up!
It would be good to go outside
I know it’s late but I’m willing to wait
I’m just so sick and tired
Of the ceilings and floors
Of the not-so-great indoors

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