Bomb The Music Industry! - Wednesday Night Drinkball lyrics

There's nothing less cool than feeling exhausted From hours of not doing a damn thing at all Not thrilling to chill, steal bandwidth and cable Give shouts to employers and wait for the call There's a light shining out from the windowsill Not content to project all day long Maybe I could walk a little to the library... closed Maybe I could do this right for once, get my ducks in a row And just stop talking trash or whatever they say Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray Put my sh** in a pile, on the top slap a post-it Don't worry, someday your sk** set will be wanted But today everybody is a little tired It's Wednesday So at 10:00, I'm walking down a chilly Boerum To Broadway And it's you and me and a tall boy of Colt 45 or Bud Light What's the cheapest one? Get through one more night, I drink fast, I don't savor Each way takes an hour and at 12:00 I'll be gone