from Wrong Number

There’s no second chance.
You get one chance and they don’t let you start again.
You get that break,
You get that phone call,
And you don’t choose how or when.
Calling the losers,
Taking a quarter life vacation.
Calling the slackers.
Calling the sleeping generation.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.

You felt so young,
You felt so bright,
And now you’re twenty-five and dead.
You’d change your life,
You’d change the world,
If you could just get out of bed.
Calling the losers,
Taking a quarter-life vacation.
Calling the slackers.
Calling the sleeping generation.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.

So what?
Everything’s all fucked up.
Your life,
Your job,
Your dreams of being the next Bill Gates?
(Uh oh - what’s that?
Oh, do I spy a little beer gut?)
And do I spy a little beer gut?
It’s growing but so what?
Get up!
Get up out of bed.
Instead of jamming headphones onto your stupid sleepy apoplectic head,
Go!
Go prove that you’re not dead yet.

‘Cause there’s just one chance.
You get one chance and they don’t let you start again.
You get that break.
You get that phone call and you don’t choose how or when.
Calling the losers,
Taking a quarter-life vacation.
Calling the slackers.
Calling the sleeping generation.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
(Ride out.)

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