Waking up unemployed
Knowing the rent is due in days
Just one shot
To conceal the pain
Not being able to provide for my love
Keeping secret the truth of the situation
Just one drink
The light bill due on Monday
The phone bill is next
Give me something for pain
Something to ease the hurt
Pour me a drink
Sent out my resume a thousand times
Employment seems blind
It can't find me
Hard times won't move on
Just one shooter
Give me something for the pain
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