Bring Me a Whiskey
I turn on my tv, it turns off my brain, it all happens in a wink
Hypnotized, compromised by the powers at be so I won't use my mind to think
We all bitch and moan about the goings on, of how the worlds going down the sink
Until we're all lulled back to sleep again, at the end of each commercial break
Bring me a whiskey, I need a whiskey, something to help drown out this noise
In this ocean of chaos, bullshit, and lies, I'm sinking like a stone
If I'm asleep wake me up, if I'm awake knock me out, call a doctor, call a priest, call the Morgue
Bring me a whiskey, I need a whiskey, cause I can't do this alone
My boss called me to the office today, he said I'm sorry, but I got to let you go
I've got to lower expenditures, maximize profits, so I'm moving operations offshore
I'm sure you understand the predicament I'm in, and all the stress this is causing me
Please give my regards to your wife and kids, I'm sure you'll land on your feet
You know lately, I feel like I've fallen down, and I just can't get up
I keep pressing the call button, crying out for help but ain't nobody gonna come
I'm sick and tired of hearing people say, don't worry now, she'll be alright
Cause we can all bend over and kiss our ass goodbye, if we don't stand up and fight
Hypnotized, compromised by the powers at be so I won't use my mind to think
We all bitch and moan about the goings on, of how the worlds going down the sink
Until we're all lulled back to sleep again, at the end of each commercial break
Bring me a whiskey, I need a whiskey, something to help drown out this noise
In this ocean of chaos, bullshit, and lies, I'm sinking like a stone
If I'm asleep wake me up, if I'm awake knock me out, call a doctor, call a priest, call the Morgue
Bring me a whiskey, I need a whiskey, cause I can't do this alone
My boss called me to the office today, he said I'm sorry, but I got to let you go
I've got to lower expenditures, maximize profits, so I'm moving operations offshore
I'm sure you understand the predicament I'm in, and all the stress this is causing me
Please give my regards to your wife and kids, I'm sure you'll land on your feet
You know lately, I feel like I've fallen down, and I just can't get up
I keep pressing the call button, crying out for help but ain't nobody gonna come
I'm sick and tired of hearing people say, don't worry now, she'll be alright
Cause we can all bend over and kiss our ass goodbye, if we don't stand up and fight
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Writer(s): Beau Woodson
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