Lyrics

The bar room was hazy the bartender crazy
My head it was grinding like it was about to split
Stepped out into the street with an air of great defeat
I should go home but some days I just don’t feel like it

I let all my worst friends decide where I could best hide
A fear of whatever’s afraid just to quit
The shoes on the floor wait for me by the door
Well I should get up but some days I just don’t feel like it

Gonna ride with the children
Gonna ride them out of town
Gonna leave all the widows
Gonna watch your sorrows drown

There’s plenty of leg room when you get your own tomb
I’d let you share mine but you wouldn’t quite fit
I know I’m not flying and I’m still slowly dying
I should wake up but some days I just don’t feel like it