Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping
In the same old shit
Dead end job any day I’m gonna quit
Home by seven by eleven I’m ready to crash
This mean old world keeps knocking me
On my ass
Counting down the days to Friday night
By the end the week I think I’ve earned the right
To get a little drunk
Get a little stoned
Catch a good buzz to my favorite song
Go a little crazy get a little numb
Raise a glass and bang my head to the beat of the drums
Monday morning showed up way to soon
Can’t call in sick you know I got a job to do
I can dream all day about living in paradise
There ain’t no use in wishing for a different life
Counting down the days to Friday night
By the end the week I think I’ve earned the right
To get a little drunk
Get a little stoned
Catch a good buzz to my favorite song
Go a little crazy get a little numb
Raise a glass and bang my head to the beat of the drums
The beat of the drums
Counting down the days to Friday night
By the end the week I think I’ve earned the right
To get a little drunk
Get a little stoned
Catch a good buzz to my favorite song
Go a little crazy get a little numb
Raise a glass and bang my head to the beat of the drums
The beat of the drums
