Paroles de Olde(y) Tyme(y)

I've had a bad day I am ashamed And I'm afraid And I am drained Of what was named Self-respect If the bridge that I was driving over Collapsed while I was driving over it That may not be such a bad thing I would finally meet my maker I could meet the great creator And I'd punch him for teaching me how to sing And my body would be at the bottom Of a lake in West Virginia Instead of the bottom of this bottle that I drink I don't have a drinking problem Don't have a drinking solution I don't think I ever learned to think And no one knows What it's like to be Anybody but themselves No one No one No one else