Don't Have a Job Songtext
von The Drowns

Waking up to phone calls from my ex-lovers and the repo man
They may as well be one in the same
They both want what they can′t have

Bills are piling up
I tried but I can't commit
It′s about time I work it out
And deal with this shit


Every day is Friday when you don't have a job
Every day is Saturday when you don't have a job
When you′re a joke and you′re broke and you can't afford smokes
Why even try, in the end you′ll just choke, screw today, sleep it away
What are they gonna do?

Mom and dad say they're all tapped, so the well′s running dry
They had it worse when they were kids, but me, I can barely survive

Between the nose beers, booze Jones
Club ten times a week, what can I do?
You've all given up on me, so at least I′ve got nothing to prove

This time I'll get my act together, just you wait and see
This world won't know what to make of it
When they finally get a load of me

I′ll get started on all that
Right after I finish this song
Right now I′m CEO of my own couch and that's good enough for me