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 bus does not delay

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 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 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

That something's wrong and 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 that way until I get laid

Good god.

And all this is why I'm going so grey.