Speaking of mastodons
For right or for wrong
We will never know the truth
Applying for any sort of work
From trash man to desk clerk
Anything that ends with a paycheck
And I've checked my own skin
I think I have cancer yet again
Just when I don't even have any money
And I have a room full dirty laundry
Because you know I got this headache
I've got this headache that won't give me no rest
I got this headache that just pounds and pounds and pounds
Ever since I've started drinking
And sure the drink is good the drink is fine
I feel mighty good and might fine
But even I'll admit there have been some times
The drink turned me into a monster
Just like the moon turns me into a werewolf
This drink turns me into a cannonball
And then karma, sweet karma
Then karma turns my morning into a headache