By Mark Miner

This one goes out to my man Robbie Fulks.  If you don't know the title song, you ought to.  It's an inverted song about a destroyed marriage.

The following  should be read with a two-step beat in your mind

When the clock goes off
At half past four
And it's pitch black dark
When you shut the door
It's a work day, hey hey,
Another work day, hey hey.

You find a parking spot,
Where there ain't no shade,
Cheapest blacktop lot,
That was ever made,
And it's a work day, hey hey,
And only Tuesday, hey hey.



That's all I got for now.  I wanted it to be longer, maybe with a bridge or a full chorus, but I got no more today.

 

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