What a Day
I woke up in the evening, with the sun in my eyes,
Grabbed the bottle from the counter and stepped outside,
Was confronted by a lady who told me to run or to pray,
I kindly refused both, so she led me astray,
Oh, what a day,
Oh, what a day.
The drunken’ sailor said to me, ‘hey fella, I’m your man,
Now pick up your handgun and hold out your hand,'
Stuck a thought in my brain and his fist on my cheek,
Shouting ‘we’ve all had lovers; my future looks bleak’,
Oh, what a week,
Oh, what a week.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into hours,
Living under a pier with the sea for a shower,
You’re broke you ain’t got no choice to live rough,
But I ain’t yet broke which makes it twice as tough,
Oh, what a month,
Oh, what a month.
Went in land to prosper and I prospered in vein,
Found a needle for my arm but a spike for my brain,
Miss the sound of an alarm clock, how I long to hear,
That incessant drone of normality ringing so clear,
Oh, what a year,
Oh, what a year.
Not much happened since the day I was born,
A single light of consciousness alone and forlorn,
My breaths are getting shallow, I think it is time,
To let go of nothing and slip into the night.
Oh, what a life,
Oh, what a life.