Testo di Free Coffee

Called in sick one day stepped out my front door squinted up at the sky And strapped on my backpack Got into a band and when I returned I had Ex-wives and children, Boxes of photographs And they gave me some food And they didn't charge me And they gave me some coffee And they didn't charge me And when I was broke I needed it more But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee Eating an ice-cream cone Texting with my thumbs The state of the asshole Who pulled into my lane Life could be longer than it's cracked up to be You get new cells every seven years I feel seven today; It's a good day to die again And they gave me some food And they didn't charge me And they gave me some coffee And they didn't charge me And when I was broke I needed it more But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee