Well I woke up this morning, boys,
& I wanted to die
Without a reason to give
Or a secret to hide
It seems like no matter which way I look
That heavy handed sun always looks me directly in my bloodshot eyes
Now skip the ad
But embrace the fad
Become the God on the screen
Don't pay me a single mind
Or a single stream
Just spin what you want
Don't listen to a thing they say
Cos if it sounds real then it probably don't pay
But f*ck 'em
That's what I say
But f*ck 'em
That's what I just sang
Well I woke up this morning, friends
With big, fat tears in my eyes
Just knowing that I'd quit one of these days
Just not yet
And there went Death in his black tractor trailer
Cruising on 90 & not doing any favors
I-65 southbound and down
F*ck 'im
That's what I say
F*ck 'im
That's what I just sang to Death
You know what?
F*ck it
Let's call into work today
Man, f*ck it
Let's call into work for life