IntroVerse 1It’s SundayI Just Realized Tomorrow’s MondayAnd I Know It’s Not Late, But I Don’t Think I’ll Make It To Work On TimeYou Said I Could Never Believe ItI Could Not RelateYeah, I Drink All The Time, But At Least I Know Right Where I’m GoingChorusAnd I Know That My Friends’ll Be AlrightThey’re Gonna Wise Up, Wise UpAnd I Know That Though They Go To Sleep TonightOh, They’re Gonna Wake Up, Wake UpThey’re Gonna Open Their Eyes And March In LineInterludeVerse 2I Take The Blue Pill This TimeThe Red One Means Too Much WorkIt Tastes Bitter At Times, But That’s What The Best Things Are WorthYou Say It But Can You Believe It?Or, Better Yet, Can You Live It?So I Drink All The Time, But At Least I Know Right Where I’m GoingChorusClear As A Bell I Can Hear The Slide TrombonesThrough The Wind Up Of The Snare DrumAnd The Call Of The Screaming MegaphoneOh, We’re Gonna Rise Up, Rise UpWe’re Gonna Polish Our ShoesOutroWe’re Gonna Ma—-----Rch In LineYeah, We’re Gonna Ma—-----Rch In LineWe’re Gonna Ma—-----Rch In LineWe’re Gonna Ma—-----Rch In Line