I got up today at 2.00
I couldn’t decide what to do
I had some coffee and Raisin Bran
And a big cling peach from a big tin can
It was Sunday, so the day was slow anyway
I didn’t have to rob another bank or go to church to pray
I just laid on the couch with my gun in my hand
Thinking about how I used to play in a band
The band’s name was Skyrocket
I carry a picture of us in my wallet in my pocket
There were seven of us in the band and we all played the fiddle
We all had big egos and fought all the time over who would stand in the middle
We played psychedelic jigs and sad love ballads
Our gigs were like weird tossed-up salads
Now I’m a robber destined for prison
I don’t know whether I’ve fallen or risen