Pongame Un Dyc

Bartender, pour me a Dyc,
that white label ain't cutting it
and that RIP track
is for shaking our legs.
Give me a smoke too,
blonde or dark, I don't care,
we're not in a position to choose
for those of us feeling low.
It's been a few months
since my unemployment ran out,
I haven't gotten my benefits
so I know what’s up.
With my jacket, my jeans,
with my boots and my hair,
we've got it pretty clear
to find some work.
Bartender, pour me a Dyc,
that white label ain't cutting it
and that RIP track
is for shaking our legs.
Let’s see if a buddy shows up
and treats us to a joint
so the afternoon
doesn't feel so bitter.
Bartender, pour me a Dyc,
that white label ain't cutting it
and that RIP track
is for shaking our legs.