Not Called Jinx - Mayday

mayday mayday, out of doubt
this world got him inside out
god, those sirens got so loud
pounding, pounding, no way out

getting up again, he's prepared for the usual
having pancakes, packing up some band aids
everything's a scheme, got no dreams, how obscene
to see yourself home-shopping tv screens

drive until 6, get off work precisely
get his wife's car, hang out at the strip bar
get things off his mind, it is time to decide what
excuse it's gonna be tonight

the pressure's rising high

mayday mayday, out of doubt
this world got him inside out
god, those sirens got so loud
pounding, pounding, no way out

i could have been anyone, he said to the shot glass
be an artist, travel and do parties
instead i'm being here, trying to steer all my
goddamn fears away and down the drain

when one last round became nine too many
he was barging, blurry lights kept charging
is this even real? hold the wheel, one last squeal
and he feels how everything lets go