Stayed in the straw too long
Got brought home in a box
Slept through the apocalypse
Slept through the apocalypse, yeah
I slept right through
My alarm clock too
Now how 'bout you
Did you sleep too
Drove straight thru the corn
Burned to keep warm
Tried to rise overhead
Felt better than dead
The medicine has gone to your head
Oh, the medicine has gone to your head
The medicine has gone to your head
Oh, the medicine has gone to your head
The medicine
The medicine
The medicine
Gone to your head
Stayed in the straw too long
Got brought home in a box
Slept through the apocalypse
Slept through the apocalypse
Oh yeah
I slept right through
Those violent blues