Oh My Days

I forced myself to open my eyes but if this hangover is killing me I died at least three times during the night and I dribbled on myself again so anyone who told me I should shut my mouth turned out to be alright in the end And I have to leave this place by god it's killing me I guess I'll go to London on the train if the bastards not delayed and in the Barfly I'll think about my life or that time I played in Newbury and nobody came. and I know that somethings wrong but I don't know what and I may not be alone but that's still life whether you like it or not and I may give it up for fortune and for fame but I will still be the cynical when I get paid And maybe then I'll have some credibility and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth and they probably look for prettier than me. Why do you call me grumpy anyway? when you can so often find me with a smile on my face, laughing at the chav boys and their spit for brains and their nineties fucking tracksuits and their pretend MC names. and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not and I may give it up for fortune and for fame but I will still be the cynical when I get paid Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played and the crowd will cheer me on from fret to fret and I'll have a record contract and it might help me begin to forget and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not and I may give it up for fortune and for fame but I will still be the cynical when I get paid and I'll be this way until I get laid good god. And all this is why I'm going so grey.