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Låttexter: Off With Their Heads. Hospitals. Die Today.


I'm not gonna go to work today.
I wanna feel the sun shine on my face,
and pretend like everything's ok.
I won't let anything get to me.
My morning coffee and cigarettes to blaze
Out on the porch with my insanity.
I'm gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long.
I'm not gonna go to work today.

I'm not gonna go to work today.
I wanna feel the sun shine on my face,
and pretend like everything's ok.
I won't let anything get to me.
I'm not gonna go to work today.
I wanna feel the sun shine on my face.
I'm gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long.
I'm not gonna go away.
I'm gonna be a bum and sit out here all day long.
I don't wanna go.

I just wanna fucking cry today
because nothing ever goes my way.
I spent all my money on cocaine
and I still have rent and bills to pay.
Everyone's so fucking pissed at me.
The reasons why are so obvious to see.
I don't care about anyone when the dealers paid and gone and pain is relieved.
I'll tie it tight around my neck and kick the chair out with my legs
because I want to fucking die today.
Yeah, die today