Bomb the Music Industry! - Can't Complain Lyrics

Wake up and start running for your life
Fill the tumbler with the coffee
Feed the cat and hit the lights
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you
The steps are keeping time

But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull it down
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain

Someone will start nipping at your heels
Panic pumps blood through your knees
But they don't care how you feel
The little fuckers chewing through the fabric
They're gonna do you in

And I'm sorry the things I touch I always damage
And I'm sorry I always feel like I can't manage
To stop the fuckers chewing through the plastic
They're gonna do me in