I wake up in the morning
smoke a cigarette
got a ton of stuff to do
and I'm not even out of bed yet

I make my breakfast, have some tea, brush my teeth and take out the trash
put my clothes on, start the car, hook my seat belt and step on the gas

I need a force of inspiration
This life is not a free vacation
On and on till the sweat pours down my face
Just tell me, what's my saving grace?

Every day's the same
and still I hope for more
my life feels pretty plain
and every day is a chore

I go through the motions, work my job, pay my taxes and also the rent.
Still I wonder, 'cause my life is so empty, misfortunes and time misspent.

I believe I'm havin' a reaction
now all I want is satisfaction
I've left the whole of the human race.
I'll find my path to saving grace!

I sleep right through the mornin'
lay in bed till noon
I'm in and out of snorin'
soon I'll get out of my room

I step in the shower, take my time, I say **** it and don't even shave.
Smoke a fat one, eat some food, drink some tea and then watch some TV.

Still I don't feel no satisfaction.
What do I lack to make this happen?
Is the answer staring in my face?
What is the patch to saving grace?

Well I met a girl this morning.
She said, "My name is Rose..."
My heart beat in my chest,
and my mind froze.

She just smiled, took my hand, took a pen and wrote her number down.
She winked then, walked away and said, "Call and I'll see you around!"

Now I just feel anticipation!
Could she be the key to my salvation?
Time has come and time I shall not waste.
I've found my path to saving grace.

Path to saving grace, path to saving grace!