The Hidden Song at the End of the Record Lyrics

The Hidden Song At The End Of The Record:
I'm walking up to the door, but I don't think you've been home yet
There was a record set and as the needle hits the groove
How you'll never call in sick again, so get up

Cos you and I were always sick in the morning
Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for
All in time

So you get in bed and taking cheap shots at the weather
See this end as the beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral
So put up with what you've got

Cos you and I were always sick in the morning
Pulling at curtains exactly what I taught you to smile for
All in time

And talk to him
So you get in bed and now you're holding shit together
See this end as the beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral
All in time (repeat)