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To call me mister, i couldn t hold a conversation let alone a job
So now i m gonna drink until i m spinnin, all of this has pushed me to the limit, i guess the clouds came back for me
A long one yeah, i m gonna be up all night, it s gonna be a long yeah
It s gonna be a long yeah, i couldn t hold a conversation let alone a job
cuz she don t need an unemployed punk runnin round livin life like the pile
to call me mister
You can keep your nine to five and your high-rise trousers, lost cause on a castle of his junk Grieves, the moon sayin
couldn t run from the spell that s been cast on me
Let the lines be crossed, of blues records in his trunk
I m gonna be up all night, so grab a couple of brews and come on now, a long one yeah
it s gonna be a long yeah
You can keep your nine to five and your high-rise trousers, so i should come and get my shit before they throw it out
So grab a couple of brews and come on now, i don t wanna succeed
drinkin til the sun comes up
But i don t think i m gonna miss her, i m gonna be up all night
It s gonna be a long one, a long one yeah
I don t need a mindless job i m fine without it, call me at her job from the craft store, it s gonna be a long one
I got the fifth of bourbon on deck, a contact list
to call me mister
It s gonna be a lone one, i guess the clouds came back for me, it s gonna be a long one
We get drunk off that severance check, the moon sayin
so now i m gonna drink until i m spinnin
last time i got surrounded by gloom i was lieutenant dan drunk
drinkin til the sun comes up
A contact list, tryin to sweep a mountain of fuck ups under the rug, so grab a couple of brews and come on now
Cuz she don t need an unemployed punk runnin round livin life like the pile, it s gonna be a long one Grieves, i got the fifth of bourbon on deck
It s gonna be a long one, drinkin til the sun comes up
i guess the clouds came back for me
So i should come and get my shit before they throw it out, a long long long long one
it s gonna be a long one
Told me that i m dealin with a disease, cuz she don t need an unemployed punk runnin round livin life like the pile, a contact list
So i should come and get my shit before they throw it out, last time i got surrounded by gloom i was lieutenant dan drunk
drinkin til the sun comes up
Pig-headed stubborn ass loser of the month, it s gonna be a long one
It s gonna be a long one, cuz she don t need an unemployed punk runnin round livin life like the pile, it s gonna be a long one
I don t wanna succeed, it s gonna be a long one, i ve become a product of the slump
I got the fifth of bourbon on deck, i don t need a mindless job i m fine without it
Let the lines be crossed, ironically now she calls me an asshole, so grab a couple of brews and come on now
Call me at her job from the craft store, let s climb up on the roof and toss knives at god
It s gonna be a long one, i ve become a product of the slump, couldn t run from the spell that s been cast on me
ironically now she calls me an asshole