Parade of Legs - The Orwells

All of my bad days

Came in two’s

Been around a pothole

Gutter view

There’s a couple people

I’d rather lose

All of my bad days came in two’s

I split my time between a couple of places

Did what I could to keep a couple of faces

No use keeping me in check

I’m on the way out laid to rest

Summer gave itself to labor day

I never worked a job you’d celebrate

I never worked a job that deserved a parade

I never worked a job anyway

Stuck inside a tried and tired state

Where curbs will crack and lawns degenerate

Spend half your life caught in the slow parade of legs

When weekend wars end in a stalemate