Whoa, whoa, whoa
Here I go, again
There's my phone, again
My head's pounding
I'm coming down from another round out on the town again
Hand on the clock, ticking
The hotel room, spinning
There's a guy on a cross hanging up on the walls
Saying it's my fault, the devil's grinning
Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I'm out of control again
Like someone cut the brakes
Burning all of my time
You're asking why
But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Dead end job, fuck it
My asshole boss, suck it
'Cause it ain't worth all the pennies I've earned
Just another drop in the bucket
Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I'm out of control again
Like someone cut the brakes
Burning all of my time
You're asking why
But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I'm out of control again
Burning all of my time
You're asking why
But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It's my way
It's my, it's my wasted life
It's my, it's my wasted life
It's my, it's my wasted life