"Wednesday Night Drinkball" lyrics

There's nothing less cool
Than feeling exhausted
From hours of not doing
A damn thing at all
Not thrilling to chill
Steal bandwidth and cable
Give shouts to employers
And wait for the call

There's a light shining out from the windowsill
Not content to project all day long
Maybe I could walk a little to the library
Closed
Maybe I could do this right for once
Get my ducks in a row and just

Stop talking trash or whatever they say
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it
"Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted."

But today everybody is a little tired
It's Wednesday
So at ten I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway

And it's you and me
And a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light
What's the cheapest one?
Get through one more night
I drink fast, I don't savor
Each way takes an hour
And at twelve, I'll be gone