The Man Behind the (Oxygen) Mask Songtext
von The Good the Bad and the Zugly
The Man Behind the (Oxygen) Mask Songtext
I used to sleep eight hours every night
I used to have it all
All the bragging rights
What I′ve got, worse than insomnia
A brand new disease called sleep apnea
It's evoking my male rage
Is it because I am middle aged?
I even tried to change my way of living
The dope, the beers, the smoke that I′m inhaling
And I am combing through the internet
But what do I get?
Breathe in, breathe out
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
You take the backdrop, merch and tambourine
My carry-on luggage is a breathing machine
I don't know who the hell is to blame
Is it simply because I was born male?
Feminism hasn't gone far enough
Til they get this disease they can just fuck off
You might think it won′t happen to you
But did you know Captain Kirk had it too?
Full night′s sleep, not an easy task
I am the man behind the oxygen mask
Breathe in, breathe out
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
Snoring, growling, heaving, grunting, squealing, choking
So get behind your mask or you will die
Do you not know, that there comes
A midnight hour
A midnight hour
When everyone
Everyone has to throw off his mask
Don't do it!
I even tried to change my way of living
The dope, the beers, the smoke that I′m inhaling
And I am combing through the internet
But what do I get?
Breathe in, breathe out
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
I used to have it all
All the bragging rights
What I′ve got, worse than insomnia
A brand new disease called sleep apnea
It's evoking my male rage
Is it because I am middle aged?
I even tried to change my way of living
The dope, the beers, the smoke that I′m inhaling
And I am combing through the internet
But what do I get?
Breathe in, breathe out
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
You take the backdrop, merch and tambourine
My carry-on luggage is a breathing machine
I don't know who the hell is to blame
Is it simply because I was born male?
Feminism hasn't gone far enough
Til they get this disease they can just fuck off
You might think it won′t happen to you
But did you know Captain Kirk had it too?
Full night′s sleep, not an easy task
I am the man behind the oxygen mask
Breathe in, breathe out
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
Snoring, growling, heaving, grunting, squealing, choking
So get behind your mask or you will die
Do you not know, that there comes
A midnight hour
A midnight hour
When everyone
Everyone has to throw off his mask
Don't do it!
I even tried to change my way of living
The dope, the beers, the smoke that I′m inhaling
And I am combing through the internet
But what do I get?
Breathe in, breathe out
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
Easy for you to say
I need a fucking machine to get me through the day
Writer(s): Lars Guldbrandsen, Magne Vannebo, Ivar Nikolaisen, Kim Skaug, Eirik Melstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com