Called in sick one day
stepped out my front door
squinted up at the sky

And strapped on my backpack
Got into a band
and when I returned I had

Ex-wives and children,
Boxes of photographs


And they gave me some food
And they didn't charge me
And they gave me some coffee

And they didn't charge me

And when I was broke I needed it more

But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee

Eating an ice-cream cone

Texting with my thumbs
The state of the $$#hole
Who pulled into my lane

Life could be longer than it's cracked up to be
You get new cells every seven years
I feel seven today;

It's a good day to die again

And they gave me some food

And they didn't charge me
And they gave me some coffee
And they didn't charge me


And when I was broke I needed it more
But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee