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