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Drunk On Sunday

Woodbox Gang
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
Drunk  on Sunday I  opened the  mailbox
Stuffed  with a week's worth of junk  coupons and  waste
Reusing  the grounds that made  yesterday's  coffee
Reminds  me of how coffee  should never  taste
 Bare walls echo piercing barks from evil hound dogs
 No plush sofas or thick rugs deaden the shrill
 Caked with unknown substances dishes are piled
 Next to empty beer cans and unpaid water bills
Once  I had money and  ruled in my kingdom
Alone  in a castle so  tall
 But you  struggle to get it and you  suffer to  keep it
And  it's better to have  nothing at  all
 Phone is silent except for the salesman
 Who work on commission alone in the grind
 Ten thousand cold calls and one might be a winner
 Ten thousand cold days they will have in their time
 Dark depression long masked as ambition
 A shot through the head self inflicted months prior
 Allowed this existence I relish to prosper
 And brought soothing apathy I'd long desired

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Readable chord sheet for Drunk On Sunday by Woodbox Gang

[G]Drunk on Sunday [C]I opened t[G]he mailbox
[G]Stuffed with a week's worth of junk[A] coupons an[D]d waste
[G]Reusing the grounds that made[C] yesterday[G]'s coffee
[G]Reminds me of how coffee[D] should neve[G]r taste

Bare walls echo piercing barks from evil hound dogs
No plush sofas or thick rugs deaden the shrill
Caked with unknown substances dishes are piled
Next to empty beer cans and unpaid water bills

[C]Once I had money and[G] ruled in my kingdom
[G]Alone in a castle so[D] tall
But you[G] struggle to get it and y[C]ou suffer to[G] keep it
[G]And it's better to have[D] nothing a[G]t all

Phone is silent except for the salesman
Who work on commission alone in the grind
Ten thousand cold calls and one might be a winner
Ten thousand cold days they will have in their time

Dark depression long masked as ambition
A shot through the head self inflicted months prior
Allowed this existence I relish to prosper
And brought soothing apathy I'd long desired

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