They just gave my job
to an automated drone,
and I had a break-in,
so all my stuff is gone.
What a rotten day...
it sure did give me the blues.
I guess I’ll just go and
drown myself in booze.

My whole life’s in the dumps,
and my poor head is humming.
It’s time for me to get drunk,
so you just keep them coming.

It’s like nothing seems to
make much sense anymore...
Things are changing faster
than they ever did before.
I can’t find my place in this
wacky brave new world,
because it makes me feel
like my brain is being uncurled.

My doctor chewed me out,
said my blood pressure’s climbing.
Ah, screw it all, good buddy...
you just keep them coming.

Hit it, man!

They raised up the taxes,
and they raised up my rent.
If this keeps going
I’ll end up in a tent,
or under a bridge,
or by the side of the road.
The whole working class
is on survival mode.

Now everything’s on fire,
and the war drums
they are drumming.
But as long as we’re still here,
you just keep them coming.

This world is full of crap,
and there’s nothing we can do...
So get me another shot,
and another beer, or two.

Hey, don’t you eighty-six me, man!
I’m not nearly done drinking!
Not nearly.

You just keep them coming,
good buddy...
the night’s still young.

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