Called in sick one day 

Stepped out my front door. 

Squinted up at the sky 

and strapped on my backpack. 

Got into a van 

and when I returned I had 

ex-wives and children, 

boxes of photographs 



And they gave me some food 

and they didn't charge me 

and they gave me some coffee 

but they didn't charge me 

and when I was broke I needed it more. 

But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee. 



Eating an ice cream cone 

texting with my thumbs 

flippin' off the asshole 

who pulled into my lane 

life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be 

We all get new cells every seven years. 

I feel seven a day. 

It's a good day to die again 

Now they save me my place 

Over there in the corner 

And I never get tickets 

Yeah, I only get warnings. 

But when I was broke I needed it more 

And now that I'm rich, 

I get free coffee.