Bag Of Bricks

Seven O'clock in the morning
Head spinning and I am loaded, I'm loaded
Six O'clock in the morning
And the same things are running over, and over

Five O'clock in the morning
I got nowhere to go now
Four O'clock in the morning
I got to slow my heart down

And I don't know why
But I try to hard to soothe my mind
And I keep running out

And it breaks my all
And it broken back like a bag of bricks (a bag of bricks)
My doubt took my will
And found it over my head

Three O'clock in the morning
And this drum on my chest hits harder, hits me harder
Two O'clock on my way down
To where the air is all delights

Wonder O'clock and I stumble
On something that didn't belong to me
This midnight please is devastating to me
To me

And I don't know why
But I try to hard to soothe my mind
And I keep running out

And it breaks my all
And it broken back like a bag of bricks (a bag of bricks)
My doubt took my will
And found it over my head

I've been waiting up on something so hard to be
Waiting up on something I lost in me
Waiting up on something so hard to be
Waiting up on something I lost in me

My doubt took my will
And found it over my head
And it breaks my all
And it broken back like a bag of bricks (a bag of bricks)
My doubt took my will
And found it over my head