Half Dead

Not fit to live anywhere with anyone I'd have any desire
Make a career out of apology for a maid's wage, same day hire
The commute is hell, the coffee cold
If you worked here you'd already be home
Half man, half dead, half asleep at the wheel
Fuckin' as good as dead, drunk behind the wheel



Credits
Writer(s): James Randall, Joseph Hull
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