What We're doing Lyrics

It's a Tuesday morning

Empty pockets

And not even noon

A run-down bar

Hotel avenues gloom

Sits a weather soul

His drinks his tune

Joey the teacher

With a drink in his hand

Drowning his sorrows

Next to a chick

Who's really a man

He froze down a hundred

Though his pockets aren't bad

A desperate play

A teacher's despair

Ghosts of his knowledge

His wisdom untold

But his facade crumbles

As the story gets old

Suck it, he yells

In the middle of the day

A fat chick, handjob

Customers look away

When they ask him to stop

He had one thing to say

Is this what we're doing today

Is this what we're doing today

By day he shepherds

Teenagers astray

By night a dark spirit

Leads him away

Tito's in ATM trips

A cocaine he hates

Gets his hand blessed

o3n credit

Or a loan due in three days

Hundred of tips

To get groceries

Dana can't navigate this maze

Zoom calls in the morning

Throw the laptop

Against the wall

Get your boss drunk too

Give the union a call

Criner Cash already knows

He won't be back

And he throws down a hundred

Though his pockets aren't bare

A desperate play

A teacher's despair

Ghosts of his knowledge

His wisdom untold

But his facade crumbles

As the story gets old

Suck it, he yells

in the middle of the day

A fat chick, handjob

Customers look away

When they ask him to stop

He had one thing to say

Is this what we're doing today

Is this what we're doing today

The students all whisper

Of a teacher gone wrong

His lessons grow hollow

His lectures a song

Of a life falling apart

A downward spiral

As Mr. Abraham grows stronger

Joe's biggest rival

He throws down a hundred

Though his pockets aren't bare

Though his pockets aren't bare

A teacher's despair

Ghosts of his knowledge

His wisdom untold

But his facade crumbles

As the story gets old

Suck it, he yells

In the middle of the day

A fat chick, handjob

Customers look away

When they ask him to stop

he had one thing to say

Is this what we're doing today

Is this what we're doing today

In the dim fall light

A teardrop descends

Is this the life

Joe A. truly intends

As time gets shorter

And the hairline thins

Another bust, a punch

Here he goes again

In the dim fall light

A teardrop descends

Is this the life

Joe A. truly intends

As time gets shorter

and the hairline thins

Another bust, a punch

Here he goes again