Daily Grind

Well it's Wednesday again my friends,

Time to take your medicine,

It's been sitting on the shelf just a waiting for the morning to call,

And I've been laying in bed,

Not a thought living in my head,

Except the clothes there,

Well they need put away.

And I'm coming just a little too fast 'round the bend,

And the tire is coming down off the rim.

And it's Thursday now my pal,

Come on Shiela take your bow,

Yeah The Smiths have been spinning on my record player,

Spinning around, around, around,

And then Friday comes, you're dead,

Not a thought in your head,

And your mama cries,

As they put you down,

Into the ground, the ground, the ground.

And the tire is coming off the rim,

And you won't be coming this way again.

And the tire is coming off the rim,

And you won't be coming this way again,

'Cause I came just a little too fast 'round the bend,

How am I supposed to go and look at them,

Every day it's the same old thing again,

And you won't be coming this way again,

'Cause I came just a little too fast around the bend,

And the tire, just came off the rim.