CHEAP DAY RETURN

You got me in a hurry here to hide my heart
Been the same scene since you tore it apart
Cyanide-tipped slug in the middle of my chest
And I forgot to put on my bulletproof vest
Give me a triple whisky and before I forget
Line up the bottles I've a mind to ge wet

Outbound ticket, Mr, P.D.Q
For the lost no-hoper, the fallen fool
Shekels are short and I've a resolute yearn
Sucker alright!!
Make it Cheap Day Return

I thought I saw upon your face my conviction
Life and a half on the outside of extinction
Then again my eyes were stained in scotch and caffeine
So give it to me straight up and give it to me clean
I'm about to hit the highway, is there a point in returnin'?
Should I strike a match and watch my soul and bridges burning?

  Outbound ticket

Words and music by
TK Berg © 2005