Day I Die Songtext
I was trying to keep my expectations low enough to walk across without breaking anybody's new mid-century chair
Young mothers love me even though some
Girlfriend calls me from Cleveland
They will meet me anytime and anywhere
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
I know you’re trying to help me but you’re just messing everybody up
Just let me have the courage now to turn the volume up inside my ears
For years I used to put my head inside the speakers
In the hallway when you get too drunk and talk forever
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
I get a little punchy with the vodka just like my great uncle Valentine Jester did
That he had to deal with those sons of bitches who make no goddam common sense
I’d rather walk all the way home right now than to spend one more second in this place
I’m exactly like you Valentine, just come outside and leave with me
High enough to see our problems
Let’s just get sad enough to see our fathers’ houses
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
Young mothers love me even though some
Girlfriend calls me from Cleveland
They will meet me anytime and anywhere
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
I know you’re trying to help me but you’re just messing everybody up
Just let me have the courage now to turn the volume up inside my ears
For years I used to put my head inside the speakers
In the hallway when you get too drunk and talk forever
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
I get a little punchy with the vodka just like my great uncle Valentine Jester did
That he had to deal with those sons of bitches who make no goddam common sense
I’d rather walk all the way home right now than to spend one more second in this place
I’m exactly like you Valentine, just come outside and leave with me
High enough to see our problems
Let’s just get sad enough to see our fathers’ houses
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?