Brent Kirby Do It Again
Hazy morning, half past noon
Bitter taste of what I consumed
A faded memory of your face, in my mind
My ears are ringing, smell like smoke
I’m a punchline, to a bad bad joke
Deserving sentence, to my crime, I’ll do the time
Day after Day, I work to get paid
But still ain’t got nothing to show
With the walls of these bars and my friends
I do it again…
Take a shower, mess my hair
Deep down I don’t really care
What people say, anyway, anyway
Drive towards, that city light,
I breathe in the best part of the night
find faith in the words of the songs
