Guillotine

Cruising down the street i see the flashing blues An open bottle of whiskey on my seat I know this ain't good news Why does this shit always happen to me Life has never been fair Struggling through life choking on the answers That never seem to be there Friday half price for lawyers Saturday wont get out for free Sunday praying for a mistrial Monday i get the guillotine I saved me from myself today Sometimes your lucky to just get away Sometimes life has no essence When your strung out on booze and antidepressants I turn up the music just to get some peace A little slice of momentary release   Friday half price for lawyers Saturday wont get out for free Sunday praying for a mistrial Monday i get the guillotine Friday half price for lawyers Saturday wont get out for free Sunday praying for a mistrial Monday i get the guillotine