| I’m not gonna go to work today.
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| I wanna feel the sun shine on my face,
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| And pretend like everything’s ok.
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| I won’t let anything get to me.
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| My morning coffee and cigarettes to blaze
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| Out on the porch with my insanity.
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| I’m gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long.
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| I’m not gonna go to work today.
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| I’m not gonna go to work today.
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| I wanna feel the sun shine on my face,
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| And pretend like everything’s ok.
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| I won’t let anything get to me.
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| I’m not gonna go to work today.
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| I wanna feel the sun shine on my face.
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| I’m gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long.
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| I’m not gonna go away.
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| I’m gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long.
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| I don’t wanna go.
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| I just wanna fucking cry today
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| Because nothing ever goes my way.
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| I spent all my money on cocaine
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| And I still have rent and bills to pay.
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| Everyone’s so fucking pissed at me.
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| The reasons why are so obvious to see.
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| I don’t care about anyone when the dealers paid and gone and pain is relieved.
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| I’ll tie it tight around my neck and kick the chair out with my legs
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| Because I want to fucking die today.
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| Yeah, die today. |