Too Late

Well I didn't go home when I should have

The boys and me had a really good laugh

We drank all night till the sunshine came

I went home pissed was completely lame

Now it's Monday morning, 7 o'clock

Time to go to work but my head feels like a rock

I can already hear my boss shout at me

Why the fuck did I drink that last can of beer

Another boring day at work

Work hard as a slave still they treat me like a jerk

My boss calls me names cause I ran a little late

Wants to give me less money I'm already underpaid

Now here I am, half past two

Feel like a clown I don't know what to do

My head's still spinning I really need a beer

Fuck work fuck my boss I am out of here

Take a breath what a relief I was going nuts

Now I made the decision I finally had the guts

I can do what I want, no longer a tool

Not ever again will they treat me like a fool

I'm a punk rocker and I'm back alive

No-one will ever take control of my life

It feels great to be out of that shithole

I'm gonna start again I'm gonna sign up on the dole