Good Day

It's been a circus of a weekend And I can barely make my knees bend And I feel like a rat Or something dirtier than that And hangin' out with my diseased friends And now I'm dyin' for a pain kill And I'm a sucker for a cheap thrill So I go cash my check And throw out my self-respect And find the doctor with a sweet deal And it only takes a second to forget my name Shake it, shake it, shoot it up Turn it over, do it again But it's turning out to be a good day, anyway And it's like a strange glossed over holiday Well it's an unsolvable problem Of an immeasurable volume With a weight on my chest Like an ammunition vest 'Bout to go off and blow us all up And it only takes a second to forget my name Shake it, shake it, shoot it up Turn it over, do it again And it's turning out to be a good day, anyway And it's like a strange glossed over holiday Take a breath Let it crawl through your skin Just lay back, close your eyes, let it in Well it's turning out to be a good day, anyway Well it's turning out to be a good day, anyway Well it's turning out to be a good day Well it's turning out to be a good day Well it's turning out to be a good day, anyway