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When I finally found my bed in room one eleven

It was five am and I had to be up at seven

To clean out the garage I had begged a friend to borrow for just one night

And he let me but only after I egged him on

And asked if instead I could sleep in his Chevy

Pest or cholera, which one do you choose?

Reminds me of how I quit my day-job to follow my dreams

One more day of filing files

I would have killed myself, had nothing to lose

(Sodom and Gomorrah)

Plus I had something to prove

If you're happy where you stand then Mondays are just Mondays to you

And time wasted on bullshit is a Sunday misused

I call that blasphemy

(Sodom and Gomorrah)

But the truth is I ain't proven shit yet

If all the things I listed just now were a woman

I didn't barely get a kiss yet

(Sodom and Gomorrah)

One day I'll

Maybe I'll fuck her tomorrow

Tomorrow I'll get up and fuck the world first thing in the morning

Tomorrow I'll wake up with a smile and start recording

It'll be the best song to exist now and forever

Whoever says it isn't is a moron with no taste and with no brain

And if he says my last song's great, why don't I make more of the same

I swear I'll rip his fucking heart out of its frame

And ask why he doesn't just make another one

But who knows, maybe tomorrow

I'll make something similar to something I had made before

I just hope tomorrow's not too similar to today

The best days come in singular

But I've been feeling kind of plural lately

Sodom and Gomorrah

Burn me down for the sins I've grown bored of

Sodom and Gomorrah

From the ashes I shall rise like a Phoenix, my soul burns up

Just like sawdust

Sodom and Gomorrah