Everyday, the mornin' comes,
I drag my ass out of bed,
My head's pounding
From the night before.
Still can't say what's happening,
Stagnant hours plus no gain,
Pick up some clothes from the floor,
These days it's hard to get up.

My brain is fogged, I see my breath,
as I go stumblin' down the street,
Ten minutes late, I'm only halfway there.
I'll only tell you, I take my days
I pick apart the good ones from teh bad.
Don't seem like things are changin' soon

I stop on a dollar,
Cause it's the last one I got.
Should be me the one who's begging'
But I throw it in another empty pot.

I can't change when the mornin' comes,
I gather up my strength to face the day,
But it's the same as the day before.
What will tomorrow bring, already know,
I get another paycheck for my rent,
It's spent, and now I'm pissed again.
Oh no!

I stop on a dollar,
Cause it's the last one I got
But there it goes again

Do I convince you, do I convince myself?
I break my back just to earn respect.
I get no compensation,
cause I'm on the wrong track.
I'll only tell you, I take my days
I pick apart the good ones from the bad,
Don't seem like things are changin' soon,
And that's too bad.
Just too bad.

Halfway There~The Skoidats

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