Sons Of Bill This Losing Fight
Waking up staring at the ceiling,
Trying hard to fight the feeling,
That you ain't gonna get up today...
Roll over see she left a message,
But you ain't gonna bother to check it,
Cause you know exactly what she'll say...
Wish you could buy reparation flowers,
But you make nine dollars an hour,
And the whole things just gonna wilt and die anyway
(Chorus)
Oh and your neck is cracking the heels,
You're off the wagon and under the wheels,
And I can't tell what it'd mean to win, much less to lose
And it's one more morning of coming down,
One more day in this damn town,
To get your head right, for one more night
In a losing fight with the blues.
And it's waking up thinking wish I could,
Going to bed thinking thought I would,
But all you know is your fourth grade posters lie,
And it's little blue pills in a Great Depression,
It's bad girls in a booze recession
Guess it's all one big life lesson then you die...
(Chorus)
Oh and your neck is cracking the heels,
You're off the wagon and under the wheels,
And I can't tell what it'd mean to win, much less to lose
And it's one more morning of coming down,
One more day in this damn town,
To get your head right, for one more night
In a losing fight with the blues.
This losing fight...
(Chorus)
Oh and your neck is cracking the heels,
You're off the wagon and under the wheels,
And I can't tell what it'd mean to win, much less to lose
And it's one more morning of coming down,
One more day in this damn town,
To get your head right, for one more night
In a losing fight.
