Liquor store

"You bastard, you son of a bitch, I wish you were dead."

Were the words that my dear mother called as I crawled out of bed,

I don't know what happened last night, but there's puke on the floor and a gash in my head,

But today is gonna be a good day.

I went into work, but they said I don't work there no more,

Had my desk in a box, guards escorted me to the door,

And as I walked away, I lit my last cigarette, it's off to the old liquor store,

Today is gonna be a good day.

I loved my Marie, I gave her my heart and my soul,

And the house and the cars, in divorce the bitch took it all,

Her new boyfriend Terry, he sleeps in my bed, he's got a full head of hair and he's tall,

But today is gonna be a good day.

Alone! I'm alone in this world!

Like a traveler lost on the seas, my flag is unfurled,

We could fight, but what's it all for?

In the end we all wind up again at the old liquor store.

That guy with the cross on the corner of 12th street and Q,

Told me I'm going to Hell, I said, "Buddy, I'm no worse than you,

I'd love to chat more but I'm late for my movie, don't you have better things to do?"

Today, is gonna be a good day.

Alone! I'm alone in this world!

Like a traveler lost on the seas, my flag is unfurled,

We could fight, but what's it all for?

In the end we all wind up again at the old liquor store.