| Deep in the bosom of the gentle night | |
| Is when I search for the light | |
| Pick up my pen and start to write | |
| I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight | |
| Without fear | |
| Insomnia | |
| I can't get no sleep | |
| I used to worry | |
| Thought I was going mad in a hurry | |
| Getting stressed, making excess mess in darkness | |
| No electricity, something's all over me, greasy | |
| Insomnia please release me | |
| And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath | |
| Tearing off tights with my teeth | |
| But there's no release, no peace | |
| I toss and turn without cease | |
| Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast | |
| At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers | |
| But now I keep myself pepped | |
| Deeper still, that night | |
| I write by candlelight, I find insight | |
| Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black | |
| This insomniac, take an original tack | |
| Keep the beast in my nature | |
| Under ceaseless attack | |
| I gets no sleep | |
| I can't get no sleep | |
| I can't get no sleep | |
| I can't get no sleep | |
| I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep | |
| I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep |