Each day I rise, still alive, with bloodshot eyes
a little more hung-over, half-assed and high
than the day before, tell me Lord can you hear my plea?
For salvation by unemployment
A winning scratch off would be heaven-sent
or send down the sweet angel of disability
I get down on my good knee and pray
I hope they fire me today
When I was broke, I was down and out
and I begged you, good Lord, to throw me a line
I asked for the cash, asked for the time
Now I'm still broke, my back is shot
and I swear to God it's the end of the line
I don't mean to shout but please bail me out
Oh lord, I've waited all this time
Now show me a dollar sign
The only joy I feel is when they play
Ozzy on the radio 4 times a day
and when my co-workers are all leaving me alone
cuz I cut ties with most family
but I got 12 friends in a can for company
My heaven is sitting at home with some hydrocodone
Oh yeah, ain't we all the same?
Sick of 40 hours, waiting to get paid
I get down on my good knee and pray
I hope they fire me today