Broken-Hearted Janitors
Broken-Hearted Janitors - 5 and 8 lyrics
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5 o clocks overrated The night leaves me jaded There's nothing on tv You're everything to me And I'd wish this would pass But you're at the bottom of every glass Why can't I have a happy hour? Hell, why can't I have two? When did everything turn sour? I'll take another shot And drown the thought Of you 8 a.m. is overrated Who wants to live when night has faded? I sit in traffic on the freeway Wishin that you'd stay And I sit back to yawn And embrace the dawn Gimme a tall one Hell, gimme two Too bad you had to run Tonight I'll take another shot And drink away the thought Of you Why can't I have a happy hour? Hell, why can't I have two? When did everything turn sour? I'll take another shot And drown the thought Of you