"Tommorow's Another Day"

Sippin' shine
Tryin' to unwind
In the asshole of the world
Some Henry Miller "Capricorn"
Where Sisyphus passed me again
To what I allude
Or try to preclude
Never satisfied them or me
The rocks that we roll
As dreams take their toll
Never taught us how to be free

Yeah, you try to escape
But that never makes
Those windmills you're fighting anymore fake or real
Masturbating your thoughts
And what we've been taught
And those memories that we try to conceal

Cause' I'm sitting here
And don't know what I fear
Is it them or could it really be me?
We sit and we drink
So perhaps we won't think
And be grateful for mortality

Yeah, when your foots got an itch
But there's always a hitch
And really that's all that keeps me here
In some kind of Miller's Quixotian "Capricorn"
But we dare not think or blink a tear
Where it's scorn, thorns and horns
And we die when we're born
But yet, we try to make it ok
Cause I'm sitting here
Whiskey wine and some beer
And tomorrow's a brand new day - they say
Yeah tomorrow's another day.