Listen to The Life and Times of The Tomicks

Another drink, another smoke, another pill
Another line, another toke, a cheap thrill
Another kiss, another bed, beats a hand
The search goes on until the next one night stand
Another snooze, another cup, a sore head
Another call, apologise for what I said

Suit up, working week, ball and chain
Five more days till I can cut loose once again
Another black out, no regrets, I’m still young
Can’t remember who told me this was fun
Another friend, evidence I fit in
Perfect pretending to care how they’ve been

Boardroom beckons, decades pass like a day
I’ll control what you all do and say
I’m the man, making money, not a bum
Not a loser wasting life playing drums