Another Day - Swingin Utters

I’ve been back now for a day or two at best

And I’m punishing myself for taking the rest

I’ve been in slumber and in splendor in my house with beer and whiskey

My new son and spouse well, they’ve welcomed me

With open arms and handshakes at family get-togethers and at bars

I’ve a massive gift collection in my pantry bottles of wine

Dead drying roses and cheap cigars

Now I’m back to every day to the songs I have to play

To the roads along the way all the people in the fray

No more family or home 'cause my home is not my own

Got to get up and away to another day and place

I’m a speck in the collective minds of millions

Nothing but a pawn in my own twisted game

I’ve a good mind to fuck off and finally leave it

Get an office job and settle with the dust and stains

But she gives me reason to go and give it to them

Shovel the shit from drunken ramblings and perversions

If I’m not laughed out of the ring

Then I’ve succeeded in bringing to some poor sap my new distractions

Now I’m feeling tame taut, detached and lame like a tired old cliché

Give me all the blame no more smiles or frowns

Just leave me blackened out amid familiar shouts I’ll take the same old route

Misdirection leads me to it blindly maps and border crossings greet me kindly

My bones are splinters used for extra kindling

For the gods that hover up and around me, laughing