The Unscrupulous Misadventures Of Bea Arthur Testo

Standard problemsEverybody's got them
I'm sick and tired of working all day
My heads full of grief and it's my belief
To push all of the bad thoughts out of the way
Too many hours and too much stress
No time and not enough rest
It'll break your mind down and make you go insane
But now its time escape
It's not a minute too late,
Another week has gone down the drain
Cause that's all over now
Gonna get away somehow
Wave the bartender here
With five days already past
Gonna get knocked on my ass
Whose got the next round of beers?
Upcoming days seem far away
Caring less of what lies ahead
Never give it a second thought
Just drink the drink that I just bought
And talk about the game last night instead
Cause that's all over now
Gonna get away somehow
Wave the bartender here
With five days already past
Gonna get knocked on my ass
Whose got the next round of beer?