Don't wake daddy

The Tragically Hip

Just don't wake daddy

They can lay their heads
On their futon-beds
So many miles from home
You teach your children some fashion sense
And they fashion some of their own
For when the policy-weary commune
On the untamed land
Through white sheers
Whispers in their ears
You're damned

And don't wake daddy

You can stuff yer void
With the asteroid
That's hurdlin' towards the earth
You can drop the bomb
That restores some calm
Then promises rebirth

Just don't wake daddy
Just don't wake daddy

It's the perfect time now
For an eclectic choice
They're all asleep but us now
It's time to hear your voice