Текст: Gomez. Ping One Down/Detroit 66. Coltrane.

Wakin' up at nine looks at his paper
Can't deal with what he sees
All the troubled lives the talk of the ages
He's crawlin' back to bed

Don't take a walk outside
Don't make any new friends
He's crawlin' back to bed

You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doin'
You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwin'

You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doin'
You'd better convince me man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwin'

Callin' all his friends, he's known 'em for ages
Can't deal with what they say
Connective alibis, cold and contagious
He's crawlin' back to bed

So cut off the phone lines
Stock up on water
He's crawlin' back to bed

You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doin'
You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwin'

You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doin'
You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwin'

You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doin'
You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwin'

You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know what I'm doin'
You'd better convince me, man
'Cause I, I don't know who I'm screwin'

You'd better convince me, man
Yes sir
You'd better convince me, man
Yes sir
You'd better convince me, man
Yes sir
You'd better convince me, man