Sons of Bill - This Losing Fight lyrics

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Waking up, staring at the ceiling

Trying hard to fight the feeling

That you ain't gonna get up today....

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Couldn't roll over,so she left the message

But you ain't gonna bother to check it

'cause you know exactly what she'll say.

You could buy reparation flowers

But you make nine dollars an hour

And the whole thing's just gonna wilt and die anyway

Chorus:

Oh, when your neck is cracking under the heels

You're off the wagon and under the wheels

and I can't tell what it means to win,

much less to lose

And it's one more morning of coming down

One more day in this damn town

To get your head right for one more night

in a losing fight....with the blues

Oh, oh, oh

And it's waking up thinking wish I could

Goin to bed, thinking thought I would,

but all you know is fourth grade posters lie.

'Cause it's a little bit of pills and a brain depression,

It's fat girls in a booze recession

Yes, it's all one big life lesson and then you die

Chorus: (x2)

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