Lyrics

Last night I got wasted So I could end the day Old Joe Peña and I sat there well basted Till the blur bar faded away And I could smell the sweet sunshine on my face Like when I was small And I could hear the chirping birds singing While the orange and gold leaves began to fall When I woke up it was a new morning I was only sick from the night before The day attacked me without warning (Like I was just in its way) In high isolation Reinventing the unending day In high isolation