Some mornings I wake up and I just don't fancy it 

Don't fancy the rushing don't fancy the shouting the game playing the trying the please and all the in between 

So I lie in the bed thing of excuses to get out of my head 

I think will I ring in sick set around the house with me tea and cigarettes look out the window and all the people just going up and down and maybe I through my head out the door and tell them I just couldn't do today and the agree 

Or maybe I could have a holiday day I could go and  keep going to god knows where but would he be happy to see me

Anyway I drag me self out of bed to face the consequences of the day ahead 

Knowing that I sneek of and ask God do you fancy me today and if so could you bless my soul