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Words & Music By: Roach McKrackin

Another day I work alone in the city
Another night another drink of strong whiskey
Every night I’m burnt out from working everyday
I just can’t seem to break from this monotony

Every day’s like deja vu and I can’t tell a lie
Sometimes I wish that I would die
My back hurts and my bones ache from working every day

Sometimes when I wake up I wish I was 65
I’m only 26 and it makes me wanna cry
Another 39 years of digging my own grave
I wish I could stop wasting my whole life away