Ode to a Dead Horse

Its eight o'clock in the morning
we've got nothin' left to drink.
We're takin' cocaine substitutes
and she's got her head in the sink.
And who would have thought
I've got two degrees?
Who would have thought
Id be sleepin' under trees?

And then you ask yourself,
was it something you chose?
Was the world you wanted stolen
from right under your nose?

Now we're into the afternoon
The mans been back,
No one really knows or really cares
if we're snorting crack
And who would have thought,
that that girl that you met,
who would have thought,
You'd never hit the back of the net?

And then you ask yourself
what would your mother say?
And then you ask yourself
Should I call it a day?

Well the sun just set again,
you ain't feelin', or looking your best.
I can see one friend in the corner
but I'm damn sure I don't know the rest.
And who would have thought
Partick could be this bad?
And who would have thought,
surrounded i could be this sad?

and then you ask yourself,

was it something you chose?

was the world you wanted stolen

from right under your nose?

You resolve to change,
just after this comedown stops hindering you,
when you no longer have to punctuate your sentences
with an inappropriate achoo!

and then you ask yourself,

was it something you chose?

was the world you wanted stolen

from right under your nose?