Called in sick one day
Stepped out my front door
Squinted up at the sky
And strapped on my backpack
Got into a van
And when I returned I had
Ex-wives and children
Boxes of photographs
And they gave me some food
And they didn't charge me
And they gave me some coffee
And they didn't charge me
And when I was broke
I needed it more
But now that I'm rich
They give me coffee
Eating an ice cream cone
Texting with my thumbs
Flipping off the a**hole
Who pulled into my lane
Life could be louder than something cracked up to be
We all get new cells every seven years
I feel seven today
It's a good day to die again
Now they save me my place
Over there in a corner
And I never get tickets
Now I only get warnings
But when I was broke
I needed it more
And now that I'm rich
I get free coffee