Written around 1990, while I was young, stupid and going nowhere fast.
lyrics
I woke up this morning, a pain in my head
And I don't have the guts to get out of my bed
I went to the bank to find out if I'm paid
I think I'll get lost in an alcohol haze
I went to the Doc to find out what was wrong
He said there ain't much son but you ain't got long
So I went to the bank to find out if I'm paid
I think I'll get lost in an alcholo haze
Sometimes I think, If I tried at all
I could pull myself out of this hole
Stop banging my head against this wall
I get by (by myself)
I get high (by myself)
I went to the Doc to find out what wrong
He said there ain't much son, but you ain't got long
Your mind is a mess and your body is in tatters
He laughed in my face when I asked it that mattered
credits
from Private Cloud,
released May 21, 2010
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