Drunk On Sunday

band : woodbox gang album : white trash voodoo drunk on sunday Verse 1 G C G drunk on sunday i opened the mailbo xg A D stuffed with a week’s worth of junk coupons and waste G C G reusing the grounds that made yesterday’s coffee G D G reminds me of how coffee should never taste Verse 2 bare walls echo piercing barks from evil hound dogs no plush sofas or thick rugs deaden the shrill caked with unknown substances dishes are piled next to empty beer cans and unpaid water bills Chorus C G once i had money and ruled in my kingdom G D alone in a castle so tall G C G but you struggle to get it and you suffer to keep it G D G and it’s better to have nothing at all Verse 3 phone is silent except for the salesman who work on commission alone in the grind ten thousand cold calls and one might be a winner ten thousand cold days they will have in their time Verse 4 dark depression long masked as ambition a shot through the head self inflicted months prior allowed this existence i relish to prosper and brought soothing apathy i’d long desired