Band: Woodbox GangAlbum: White Trash VoodooDrunk On SundayVERSE 1G C GDrunk on Sunday I opened the mailboxG A DStuffed with a week's worth of junk coupons and wasteG C GReusing the grounds that made yesterday's coffeeG D GReminds me of how coffee should never tasteVERSE 2Bare walls echo piercing barks from evil hound dogsNo plush sofas or thick rugs deaden the shrillCaked with unknown substances dishes are piledNext to empty beer cans and unpaid water billsCHORUSC GOnce I had money and ruled in my kingdomG DAlone in a castle so tallG C GBut you struggle to get it and you suffer to keep itG D GAnd it's better to have nothing at allVERSE 3Phone is silent except for the salesmanWho work on commission alone in the grindTen thousand cold calls and one might be a winnerTen thousand cold days they will have in their timeVERSE 4Dark depression long masked as ambitionA shot through the head self inflicted months priorAllowed this existence I relish to prosperAnd brought soothing apathy I'd long desired
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