Work Clothes - Talons'

I swore I’d never fall back into this again

Jump from my car to the shower

Try to kill the stench

And now I’m too tired to cook

So I’ll eat some fast food and swear tomorrow I’ll be good

Damn my nose

Loses the smell that hangs on my clothes

And now I don’t know what’s clean

Where’s the rubbing alcohol, paint thinner, gyro grease

The time goes by

And I’m watching all my clothes turn into my work clothes

Every morning I burn my toast

Watching my eyes in the mirror

I wish this coffee would get cold enough to drink

I blow on my cup

Look up at myself and sing

«Open your eyes, put it in drive

Get on the road and just go»

I swear I’m moving away

But I don’t

Nobody talks to me here

They treat the temps like teens

Trying to hear the radio over the sound of machines

All I can here is the singer from AC/DC

And I hate AC/DC now

More than I did before

And times goes by

And I’m watching all my clothes turn into my work clothes