[Verse 1]
The bank sign out my window is laughing in my face
'Cause it's seven in the morning and only four degrees
And there's a city budget crisis, they're closing all the libraries
There's no money left for nothing
So they're only plowing Broad Street
[Verse 2]
Picking lunch over the subway
I got four bucks to my name
And it's another morning bike ride
In the fucking freezing rain
I pull a second pair of gloves on
Tying bags around my feet
I'm not getting trench foot this week
[Chorus]
I heard a song on the radio try to tell me I'm not alone
But I feel like it today
[Verse 3]
Swipe left to dodge a car door
12th and Cecil B
Caught my front wheel in the trolly tracks
Slid across the street
I showed up to work all bloodied up
But still got all my teeth
And lately that's what's passing as lucky
Lucky for me
The bank sign out my window is laughing in my face
'Cause it's seven in the morning and only four degrees
And there's a city budget crisis, they're closing all the libraries
There's no money left for nothing
So they're only plowing Broad Street
[Verse 2]
Picking lunch over the subway
I got four bucks to my name
And it's another morning bike ride
In the fucking freezing rain
I pull a second pair of gloves on
Tying bags around my feet
I'm not getting trench foot this week
[Chorus]
I heard a song on the radio try to tell me I'm not alone
But I feel like it today
[Verse 3]
Swipe left to dodge a car door
12th and Cecil B
Caught my front wheel in the trolly tracks
Slid across the street
I showed up to work all bloodied up
But still got all my teeth
And lately that's what's passing as lucky
Lucky for me
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