Polka-Dot Time-Clock

It’s 5 o clock baby
I don’t wanna be here
Like I don’t know if I wanna be alive anymore
It’s five o clock somewhere
but I could die right here
It’s almost five a clock here so
I’ll survive
But got damn lord, jesus christ. Why?
Like, why lord, why?
All the focking time
I don’t believe in God.
Why am I ALWAYS this fughking guy
All the mysteries and all the strife,
I don’t even like these movies
Why everyone outside make city look so easy
Whys it always so fuckin funky for me
Everyone gets a 9 to 5, why don’t I want mine.
I want the blues to breathe, and I can live on dimes
I do things I don’t even like
because I have a good time
You got me sweeping up my ashes in Hell with
No breaks; unpaid overtime, man
God damn lord, why?
I’m like a rubber band
Unwilling Strong-Man
I’m like a gumby type figure waving a white flag
I could teach myself to fly
But I can’t do anything right
Can I?
Sure, I can
It’s five o clock babeeeey!