The Good Life - Some Bullshit Escape Lyrics
I called in sick for workThe fever's getting worseThere's a lot of that going aroundI packed a duffle bagWith some clothes from the atticIt's getting colder in the eveningsI hocked my pocket watchAnd a couple old guitarsI could hardly stand to play themI drew all my savings outClosed my bank accountAnd stuck the money in the glove boxI drove away on MondayI couldn't say where I was going toit was just something I had to doI was bored of it by ThursdayDriving aimlessly down aimless interstatesSearching for cuesYeah, for youAnd I don't know where you areI guess I haven't looked too hardI think I'm afraid I might find youIs it special where you are?A Xanadu or Shangri La?Is it anything like Omaha?I called in sick on MondayI was already off the next couple of daysSame bullshit escapeI was back to work on ThursdayYeah, the fever's gone, I think I've got it beatThat fever bit me, yeah, it bit meBut I've been sleepingAnd taking thingsI think I've got it beatAnd I don't know where you areI bet I'll never find you outThere's a lot of that going around
