Hitching a ride with the sandman
He'll bury your head in his hands
Turn into a bland man
Where will you make your stand?

Hup springs, the voice in man
The prophet calls, the master's plan
You resist his true demands
It's calls [?]

But I would rather not go, I would rather stay home
I would rather not go, I would rather stay home
And eat and sleep and think and eat
And eat and sleep and think and eat

Rather not go, rather stay at
Rather not go, rather stay at home

If there's someone outside to see you
You can always run away
But when there's something inside does thе calling
There's nowherе you can hide

Hup springs, the voice in man
The prophet calls, the master's plan
You resist his true demands
It's an inner thing that calls at you
Makes you do what you must do
A voice you can ignore
Find the key that fits the door
Follow that song right to its core
Find the key that fits the door
Follow that song right to its core

But I would rather not go, I would rather stay home
I'd rather not go, I would rather stay home
Where I will eat and sleep and think and eat
And eat and sleep and think and eat
And eat and sleep and think and eat

And eat
And eat
And eat, and eat, and eat, and eat, and eat...
Sleep and eat, sleep and eat...