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 a**hole 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.