Back to the grind, majorly unkind
And you swear you'll give it up this time
As you dream of how it's meant to be
Eyes stinging bad, lungs are turning black
And you've taken all of this you can
Through the haze of smoke and rising steam
A feeble way to spend your days
And you can't see a thing because you're lost in the haze
You can try as you might
But it's never going to go away
Crash to the floor, terminally bored
And you swear you can't take this shit no more,
Running same old circles every day
Crushing fatigue, constantly weary
From too much drinking
Ironic that getting drunk makes things OK.
Wake up! Wake up!
Sunday morning, time to get up.
Wake up! Wake up!
Someone get me out of this rut.
Try, try.
Try, and maybe someday you'll succeed.
Sometime.
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