| Woke up this morning with a cold one in my hand |
| I could go and get myself another but I’ve had all I can stand |
| Cause I don’t like nothing about my life today |
| Think I’m gonna take these bottles and I’ll throw ‘em all away |
| And it boils my blood and it makes me mad as hell |
| Cause there’s no one to blame but myself… |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’m gonna throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’ll throw it all away |
| Living out my dreams, yeah — I haven’t got a dime |
| I used to think I had so much to say; now I can never find a line |
| And I know I’ll regret it until my dying day |
| If I take my only chance and I throw it all away |
| And it boils my blood and it makes me mad as hell |
| Cause there’s no one to blame but myself… |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’m gonna throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’ll throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I gotta throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’ll throw it all away |
| Get down… |
| It don’t work |
| It ain’t ever gonna pay |
| It don’t work — so throw it away! |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’m gonna throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’ll throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’m gonna throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| I’m gonna throw it away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| Think I’m gonna throw it all away |
| It don’t work, and it don’t pay |
| I’m gonna throw it away |
| Just throw it away |