Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like I'm slipping in the same old shit Dead end job any day, I'm gonna quit Home by seven, by eleven, I'm ready to crash This mean, old world keeps knocking me on my ass Counting down the days to Friday night By the end of the week I think I've earned the right To get a little drunk, get a little stoned Catch a good buzz to my favorite song Go a little crazy, get a little numb Raise a glass, and bang my head to the beat of the drums Monday morning showed up way too soon Can't call in sick, you know I've got a job to do I can dream all day about living in paradise Well, there ain't no use in wishing for a different life Counting down the days to Friday night By the end of the week I think I've earned the right To get a little drunk, get a little stoned Catch a good buzz to my favorite song Go a little crazy, get a little numb Raise a glass, and bang my head to the beat of the drums The beat of the drums Counting down the days to Friday night By the end of the week I think I've earned the right To get a little drunk, get a little stoned Catch a good buzz to my favorite song And get a little crazy, get a little numb Raise a glass, and bang my head Get a little drunk, get a little stoned Catch a good buzz to my favorite song Go a little crazy, get a little numb Raise a glass, and bang my head Get a little drunk, get a little stoned Catch a good buzz to my favorite song Go a little crazy, get a little numb Raise a glass, and bang my head to the beat of the drums The beat of the drums
Writer(s): Florian Ammon, Michael Gurley, Mitch Arnold, Philip Vilenski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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