The Hidden Song At The End Of The Record lyrics

The Hidden Song At The End Of The Record : I'm walking up to the door, but I don't think you've been home yet There was a record set and as the needle hits the groove How you'll never call in sick again, so get up Cos you and I were always sick in the morning Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for All in time So you get in bed and taking cheap shots at the weather See this end as the beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral So put up with what you've got Cos you and I were always sick in the morning Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for All in time And talk to him So you get in bed and now you're holding shit together See this end as the beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral All in time (repeat)