Wednesday Night Drinkball - Bomb The Music Industry!, Scrambles

There’s nothing less cool than feeling exhausted

From hours of not doing a damn thing at all

Not thrilling to chill, steal bandwidth and cable

Give shouts to employers and wait for the call

There’s a light shining out from the windowsill

Not content to project all day long

Maybe I could walk a little to the library… closed

Maybe I could do this right for once, get my ducks in a row

And just stop talking trash or whatever they say

Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray

Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it

Don’t worry, someday your skill set will be wanted

But today everybody is a little tired

It’s Wednesday

So at 10:00, I’m walking down a chilly Boerum

To Broadway

And it’s you and me and a tall boy of Colt 45 or Bud Light

What’s the cheapest one?

Get through one more night, I drink fast, I don’t savor

Each way takes an hour and at 12:00 I’ll be gone