Spilt Beer

(альбом: Night Gaunts / Days N' Daze - 2015)

I've been a lot of fucking places
But they're all pretty much the same
I've met a whole shit load of people
And only a handful
Don't drive me completely insane
And I've got a lot of bullshit problems
So does everybody else
It's hard to find the energy to solve them
It's easier to hide out and sleepIn the van by myself
And it seems like nothing ever works out right

Every day can't be the best day
In fact a lot feel like the worst
The stress puts pressure
On the inside of my skullI swear to God my head is gonna burst
And every time the clouds clear up
The sun comes out
And I think that I'm okay
Another dark cloud comes rolling in
To rain on my fucking parade
If there's a God it must hate me
Cause nothing ever works out right

When all the beer is spilled
I won't just sit and cry about it
I got a good head on my shoulders
And I'm capable
So it's back to the grindstone, square one, drawing board
I'll make it work this time
Go!

Parking ticket!
Lost the keys!
Sticky valve!
Broken strings!
I hate my friends and they hate me
There's not enough ramen left to eat
Spange up change to buy some booze
Forget for a minute that we're born to lose

When life gave you lemons
But you lost your lemons
So now you're fucked
Cause nothing works out right!

When all the beer is spilled
I won't just sit and cry about it
I got a good head on my shoulders
And I'm capable
So it's back to the grindstone, square one, drawing board
I'll make it work this time

When all the beer is spilled
I won't just sit and cry about it
I got a good head on my shoulders
And I'm capable
So it's back to the grindstone, square one, drawing board
I'll make it work this time