Lonely Saturday night Left out by the wayside Got called in in the morning Talked into a double and left after 9 And now I'm at home Just me and my student loans Of course the battery died I left on the dome light My shift was over, Kevin came to jump it The cables caught fire And I watched the final ounce of hope go up in a plume of smoke I'm sick of smelling like kitchen grease Can't get it out of my clothes I'm sick of scraping the windshield clean I'm sick of shovеling snow I'm sick of beating the sun to work Pale light starting to glow I'm sick of racing it homе ♪ Ankle's giving me hell Swollen up and dark blue I fucked it up in November Too broke for the doctors Trying to make due I don't feel any break there in the bone So I'm just letting it go I'm sick of smelling like kitchen grease Can't get it out of my clothes I'm sick of scraping the windshield clean I'm sick of shoveling snow I'm sick of beating the sun to work Pale light starting to glow I'm sick of racing it home Can't see Through it No hope Worthless ♪ I'm buried beneath a layer of dust I'm out on my feet, I'm waking back up Keep trying to leave, enough is enough I'm out on my feet, I'm waking back up The brink of defeat, we're totally fucked I'm out on my feet, I'm waking back up Cut down at the knees, I'm spitting out blood I'm off of my feet, I'm getting back up