Wednesday Night Drinkball

[Verse 1: Jeff Rosenstock]
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

[Verse 2: Jeff Rosenstock & Sean Bonnette]
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

[Verse 3: Sean Bonnette]
And just stop talking trash or whatever they say
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it
Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted

[Verse 4: Jeff Rosenstock]
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

[Instrumental Outro]