Johnny works the grave shift
Got him feeling like shit
Hopes this isn't long-term, but he's got to make that music
All this spilling drinks has got him missing white teeth
Between you and me, he's been drinking too much lately
He's a real go-getter
Pray he doesn't grow bitter
'Cause it might all take longer if you avoid the gold and glitter
So for now he's a bartender, at times a babysitter
Clench your fist, bite the bullet
Time to prove you're not a quitter
Cocaine, overtime, we're never done
Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun
Although she means well, don't listen to your mum
Keep your eyes on the road when you run
Broke as fuck, but we're still having fun
Dad lost control of his youngest son
Take your time with it before you jump the gun
Keep it positive, you must, at any cost
Mikey can't afford rent
Regrets the amount he spent
All in one weekend
Yes, on a girl—well, he's a gent
Now she doesn't even reply to his texts
But he pretends not to care, so on to the next
And Timmy's girl fucked off
He'd never been in love
Couldn't take her to dinner although he's working two jobs
But her patience was running thin
Damn, his year was rather rough
Hope he keeps it together 'cause he's probably better off
Cocaine, overtime, we're never done
Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun
Although she means well, don't listen to your mum
Keep your eyes on the road when you run
Broke as fuck, but we're still having fun
Dad lost control of his youngest son
Take your time with it before you jump the gun
Keep it positive, you must, at any cost
Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey
Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey
Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey
Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey
Cocaine, overtime, we're never done
Working the grave shift, we barely see the sun
Although she means well, don't listen to your mum
Keep your eyes on the road when you run
Broke as fuck, but we're still having fun
Dad lost control of his youngest son
Take your time with it before you jump the gun
Keep it positive, you must, at any cost
Fuck champagne taste, we got lemonade money
I look like Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey
Fuck champagne, we got lemonade money
I look Pooh Bear and I'm coming for your honey