Called in sick one day   Stepped out my front door.   Squinted up at the sky   and strapped on my backpack.   Got into a van   and when I returned I had   ex-wives and children,   boxes of photographs      And they gave me some food   and they didn't charge me   and they gave me some coffee   but they didn't charge me   and when I was broke I needed it more.   But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee.      Eating an ice cream cone   texting with my thumbs   flippin' off the asshole   who pulled into my lane   life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be   We all get new cells every seven years.   I feel seven a day.   It's a good day to die again   Now they save me my place   Over there in the corner   And I never get tickets   Yeah, I only get warnings.   But when I was broke I needed it more   And now that I'm rich,   I get free coffee.