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Caught glimpse of my future on a beer coozie
It's telling me that I'm real bad with my money
What am I supposed to say?
If I'm still alive, I can't complain
'cause I'm trading in this week's paycheck
For soon-recycled cans and bottles
Now I'm getting in to trouble, once again!
I got blackout drunk and threw myself down Nick's basement
Woke up with a fucked up back, pissed pants and a bloody head
What am I supposed to say?
I'm still alive, so I can't complain
'cause I'm trading in this week's paycheck
For soon-recycled cans and bottles
Now I"m getting in to trouble, once again!
It's a small world, alcohol
And it feels worse after the fall
I'm left here with weak knees, so all I can do is crawl
Until I hit a brick fucking wall
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