another night in a succession

thinly glued with beer and wine

it's a precarious profession

every day at work sees your heart on the line

maybe i should have gone to business school

or gained myself a respectable trade

or stayed in childhood where the shade keeps you cool

making my living selling lemonade

but running through my veins

are the words and the refrains

as if they were my lifeblood itself

and you know i can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5

my dreams are just old picture on the shelf

oh yeah



i remember the folks said give it a try

or you'll never know who you might have been

and just remember nothing is the end of the world

until the world comes to an end

still there's a point to this philosophy

(when you take a look inside) 

of taking a look at who you are

still sometimes all i have to help me see

are all the mirrors behind the bar

but running through my veins

are the words and the refrains

as if they were my lifeblood itself

and you know i can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5

my dreams are just old picture on the shelf

oh yeah



but running through my veins

are the words and the refrains

as if they were my lifeblood itself

and you know i can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5

my dreams are just old picture on the shelf

oh yeah