My alarm clock starts ringing much to my dismay Go out there and kill 'em, it's another working day But I just want to go back to sleep, I really don't wanna go But I know I'm gonna have to 'cause I need the money, so My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling Well, it knows I don't want to go to work So, it keeps me pinned down, and my ceiling It knows what I'm feeling Yes, I'm talking about my ceiling ♪ I'm looking up at that ceiling And it's looking down at me And it can see what a mess I am and it knows I need the sleep The ceiling's level with the floor And my blankets are now the floorboards I can't move a fuckin' inch, I'll be late for work again My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling Well, it knows I don't want to go to work So, it keeps me pinned down, and my ceiling It knows what I'm feeling Yes, I'm talking about my ceiling ♪ Ohh My ceiling it knows what I'm feeling No matter how, it just does Yes, my ceiling, it knows every little thing My slimy little body is feeling