We twist the lock like Romero's
Grabbin and push, draggin a foot
Like cavemen draggin a puss
No money, no rent, no way, no bed
Moved out, I'm on the couch, top to toe with the vest
It's drinking all week, it's all of the money of the tour
It's rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue
It's beatin' that beach
Drunk til sun, like ???
Suck up and say "Babe", til she's saying "That's stupid"

The city skipped in, I had a bad pigger
Now I'm in the gutter, fuckin' broke
Half a smoke from a Winnie cigga
(Rhyme my blow???) last, but a jug glass
Other lines of coke, in my livin' time to soak pop
Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car
On the sun, cast out from the far
Near this, blast out from the calm
Like a child, squealing past
The thought that we could chase that feeling, Ha!

[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be

Like a ???, over this
Passed out on the lawn
Getting poked by the neighbour's keeper stick
Forgotten wallet, moss and lint
Rent money, that's dime, yeah I know where it is
I took it to the bar, and I invested in me
At the gentleman's club, in the stripper's G
You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson,
I put it back in the economy to fight the recession

You know the score in the morning man
Abhorring your yawning
(You want to see that girl's breasts at four in the morning)
And I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in
I'd have four in the morning, pourin' the chlorine at four in the morning
Stealing and pouring, 'til I don't know the ceiling from flooring
And if I'm kneeling and clawing, lost my keys in an oar limb
???, so why they damn knocking on my door, like a Mormon at three in the morning, like?


[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be

Molly says Matt lives here,
But every pay day it's like Jack lives here, with six cases of beer
I'm a slave to that bottle bro, ain't change
You can find my name under "Do not serve" at my Bottle-O
Shit, Ain' even let my rent steep
I need like four bottles, at one ninety a week
Tell my landlord, his check will be there in spirit
I'm on the to-do list with Jack, Johnnie and Chivas

If sleep is the cousin of death,
Then passed out is the step, rather drunk and a mess
With gum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets
And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left
Money's like a new world, Imma hold it then drop it,
Now eat it, there's a hole in my pocket,
Or someone's stolen my wallet.
It pays interest in girls,
The more you earn, the more you lose
We live in the most simplest of worlds

[Chorus:]
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
I'm sorry that I went
I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
There's some things, some things that I'll never be

Fresh, I'm poor and I'm broke, most sense of the word
An ex got rent, and it went to the birds
I spent it on her, and went to the bar,
and the rest on the breath test machine, because I'm taking the car
I, my silly beat that will keep me from going under
Yeah, that's wicked and all, just give me Triggy's number
But rather, re-doubting about the way that I feel
Because dirty money's still paying my bills, and that's real.


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    Lyric CorrectionFixed some problems, still cant figure out the 3rd line of the chorus

    We twist the lock like Romero's
    Grabbin and push, draggin a foot
    Like cavemen draggin a puss
    No money, no rent, no way, no bed
    Moved out, I'm on the couch, top to toe with the vest
    It's drinking all week, it's all of the money of the tour
    It's rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue
    It's beatin' that beach
    Drunk til sun, like Gary Busey
    Suck up and say "Babe", til she's saying "That's stupid"

    The city skipped in, I had a bad pigger
    Now I'm in the gutter, fuckin' broke
    Half a smoke from a Winnie cigga
    (Rhyme my blow???) last, but a jug glass
    Other lines of coke, give my liver time to soak pop
    Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car
    On the sun, cast out from the far
    Near this, blast out from the calm
    Like a child, squealing past
    The thought that we could chase that feeling, Ha!

    [Chorus:]
    I'm sorry that I'm drunk
    I'm sorry that I went
    I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
    But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
    There's some things, some things that I'll never be
    I'm sorry that I'm drunk
    I'm sorry that I went
    I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
    But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
    There's some things, some things that I'll never be

    Like a account over drawn (sheet?), over this
    Passed out on the lawn
    Getting poked by the neighbour's keeper stick
    Forgotten wallet, moss and lint
    Rent money, that's gone, yeah I know where it is
    I took it to the bar, and I invested in me
    At the gentleman's club, in the stripper's G
    You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson,
    I put it back in the economy to fight the recession

    You know the score in the morning man
    Abhorring your yawning
    (You want to see that girl's breasts at four in the morning)
    And I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in
    I'd have four in the morning, pourin' the chlorine at four in the morning
    Stealing and pouring, 'til I don't know the ceiling from flooring
    And if I'm kneeling and clawing, lost my keys in an oar limb(blows),
    so why they damn knocking on my door, like a Mormon at three in the morning, like?


    [Chorus:]
    I'm sorry that I'm drunk
    I'm sorry that I went
    I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
    But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
    There's some things, some things that I'll never be
    I'm sorry that I'm drunk
    I'm sorry that I went
    I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
    But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
    There's some things, some things that I'll never be

    Molly says Matt lives here,
    But every pay day it's like Jack lives here, with six cases of beer
    I'm a slave to that bottle bro, ain't change
    You can find my name under "Do not serve" at my Bottle-O
    Shit, Ain' even let my rent steep
    I need like four bottles, at one ninety a week
    Tell my landlord, his check will be there in spirit
    I'm on the to-do list with Jack, Johnnie and Chivas

    If sleep is the cousin of death,
    Then passed out is the step, rather drunk and a mess
    With gum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets
    And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left
    Money's like a new world, Imma hold it then drop it,
    Now eather, there's a hole in my pocket,
    Or someone's stolen my wallet.
    It pays interest in girls,
    The more you earn, the more you lose
    We live in the most simplest of worlds

    [Chorus:]
    I'm sorry that I'm drunk
    I'm sorry that I went
    I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
    But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
    There's some things, some things that I'll never be
    I'm sorry that I'm drunk
    I'm sorry that I went
    I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week
    But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be
    There's some things, some things that I'll never be

    Fresh, I'm poor and I'm broke, most sense of the word
    An ex got rent, and it went to the birds
    I spent it on her, and went to the bar,
    and the rest on the breath test machine, because I'm taking the car
    I, my silly beat that will keep me from going under
    Yeah, that's wicked and all, just give me Triggy's number
    But rather, re-doubting about the way that I feel
    Because dirty money's still paying my bills, and that's real.
    CutcoKidon March 16, 2012   Link

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