A mind at Ease

Hours and hours of going insane
For the sins of Saturday pickled my brain
I chewed my face off and smoked like a train
Sunday morning coming down again

So the only solution to the Sunday low
Was a trip to the bar and low and behold
After an hour my blues had past
It’s amazing what you’ll find at the bottom of a glass

My head still mangled on Monday, no mind
It’s times like this, I can’t think and it’s bliss
Of the every day worries and the every day piss
My mamma never told me, there’d be days like this