One More Day Won’t Hurt
One more day won't hurt
Fast-forward three years on
Now the whites in your eyes aren't looking
So bright and all of your friends are gone
Glass on the side half-empty
Better go buy one more
Counting the change in a yellowing hand
And dropping it all over the floor
Sitting on the same old barstool, sipping on the same old beer
Talking to the new bartender, pondering the same idea
Sitting on the same old barstool, sipping on the same old beer
Talking to the new bartender
I'm telling him, "Everyone knows me 'round here"
Shut up!
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Yeah, I'll tell you
One more day won't hurt
Now three more years have gone
And you're tired and burnt out, trying to work out
Where did it all go wrong?
Wrapper on the side half-empty
Better try and take one more
Begging him, "Please, I'm good for the cash
I get paid next week"
Yeah, sure
Walking around all riled up, looking for some eye contact
Beered up, geared up, saying, "Who wants it?"
Banging your chest and that
Walking around all riled up, looking for some eye contact
Beered up, geared up, saying, "Who wants it?"
Banging your chest and that
Shut it
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me
Truth is, I don't even know him
Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him
Phone in one hand, ciggy in the other
Winking at me and calling me his brother
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a small town thug
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a small town thug
Truth is, I don't even know him
Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him
Phone in one hand, ciggy in the other
Winking at me, calling me his brother
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a small town thug
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you, I'll tell you
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, look at me
Look at me
One more
Fast-forward three years on
Now the whites in your eyes aren't looking
So bright and all of your friends are gone
Glass on the side half-empty
Better go buy one more
Counting the change in a yellowing hand
And dropping it all over the floor
Sitting on the same old barstool, sipping on the same old beer
Talking to the new bartender, pondering the same idea
Sitting on the same old barstool, sipping on the same old beer
Talking to the new bartender
I'm telling him, "Everyone knows me 'round here"
Shut up!
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Yeah, I'll tell you
One more day won't hurt
Now three more years have gone
And you're tired and burnt out, trying to work out
Where did it all go wrong?
Wrapper on the side half-empty
Better try and take one more
Begging him, "Please, I'm good for the cash
I get paid next week"
Yeah, sure
Walking around all riled up, looking for some eye contact
Beered up, geared up, saying, "Who wants it?"
Banging your chest and that
Walking around all riled up, looking for some eye contact
Beered up, geared up, saying, "Who wants it?"
Banging your chest and that
Shut it
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me
Truth is, I don't even know him
Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him
Phone in one hand, ciggy in the other
Winking at me and calling me his brother
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a small town thug
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a small town thug
Truth is, I don't even know him
Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him
Phone in one hand, ciggy in the other
Winking at me, calling me his brother
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a small town thug
Cocaine is a hell of a drug when it's
Running through the veins of a
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me I'm so big and tough
I'll tell you, I'll tell you
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Look at me, look at me
Look at me
One more
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Writer(s): Isaac Holman, Laurence Vincent
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