Song Lyrics

Copping the sound, the sound cops me
I've got nothing to lose, my hair's in the breeze
I don't hate you, just your jealousy

So if you're ready to procrastinate
I'll be your friend, you'll eat me up
We boast the widest range in town
I'll be your friend, you'll show me how

Alarm clock is off, I'm trying to sleep
Smelling of Bondi Beach, and the street, filthy as it may be
Is still my street, so don't challenge me
Some things don't change, for instance me

I'll sail your third defeat today
In every way, you'll lose again

But I don't care, I don't care
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm waiting to sneeze
The hair's in my breeze

Well, I don't care, I don't care
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm trying to sneeze
The hair's in my breeze

Benjamin Michael Lee

The duration of Trying to Sneeze is 2:26 minutes and seconds.