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.