Songtext Last bad thing Joe Yoga

Last bad thing

i was hanging out on earth today
my head in the clouds just don't feel the same
the feeling is too fresh I can't wait
birth feels like death but I can't separate

all i did was wait for things all day
a party a woman a job a shot a beer
a spot in the hallway
i'm gonna meet you there i hate crowds
i'm gonna lean as far as you allow

i'm going to talk off yr sympathetic ear
if it's the last bad thing of the old sad year

how does this sound, how does the world come down
how does this sound, i won't turn it around
give me another beer i ain't seen enough
it is a new year, can't wait to fuck it up

i got it coming, you said so yourself
give me your worst, or aren't you the kind that tells

i should just sit down and let you walk right out of here
and be the last bad thing of the old sad year

we could have talked we could have shut up
we would have known had you brought it up

i fall away so quick you don't even hear
it is the last bad thing of the old sad year