Woke up about 2:00am with a pounding in my head,
Woke up about 2:00am with the walls spinning round my bed.
Had a flashback to the days of Gizmo,
And thought I was looking through a goofy colored prizmo.
Turns out it was my old friend Mr. Migraine,
Back again to make me go insane with that never-ending brain pain.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
I left for work on a bright sonny day,
The kind that makes you think of a roll in the hay.
All the cheer was just a fake how-do-you-do,
I can barely stand the light because it feels like some sort of evil Voodoo.
As long as my old friend Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off,
People look at me like as if I’m crazy and when I look back they are all a bit hazy.
As long as Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Floating high on a prescription buzz,
I’ve got one so bad my tongue feels like fuzz.
On the way home MR. Migraine seems to be taking a break,
I hate that Mr. Migraine makes me act so fake.
He’s playing his nasty old tricks on me,
Because when the glasses come off all I can see,
Is a swirling mess of colors.
This dammed thing is going to get the best of me,
Mr. Migraine please set me free!
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Getting home my family thinks I’m cranky,
Mr. Migraine and I have been through a long day,
I wish I could remember what I wanted to say,
But Mr. Migraine has taken my thoughts along the way.
Confusion, pain and anger have gotten to close to me,
Mr. Migraine is making me insane.
It hurts to here her say “take a chill pill” because I’m already there,
And my old friend Mr. Migraine has me weaker still…
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
One thing is for certain Mr. Migraine you will never win,
Because giving into you would be a mortal sin.
When the fog clears and the glasses come off,
I can say, I made it through and although I don’t
Remember everything today,
I will wake another day to say…
Migraines are a real drag,
Mr. Migraine I need to get of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
