Boiled Frogs - Intellectual

[Verse 1: George Pettit]

A man sits at his desk one year from retirement

And he's up for review, not quite sure what to do

Each passing year the workload grows

[Pre-Chorus: Dallas Green, George Pettit]

I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late

For things to go my way, it always ends up the same

Count your blessings

I must be missing, I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise

Count your blessings on one hand

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

Poor little tin man still swinging his axe

Even though his joints are clogged with rust

[Pre-Chorus: Wade MacNeil, George Pettit]

My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away

Safe in monotony day after day (So safe)

Count your blessings

My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away

Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late

Count your blessings on one hand

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day

There's no loyalty, and no remorse

Youth stole for a pension cheque and it makes him fucking sick

He's heating up, he can't say no

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

(So wait up) So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight

Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die

Wait up for me

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