I woke up this morning with a headache that could change a man With a knife in my stomach and a black light over my head And I struggled to find a reason to rise again With a screaming alarm and a feeling of emptiness
Well broken is a feeling that I already know Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow That’s what I say No it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day No it’s not my day, no
Well I fell asleep with a headache that could raise the dead With a knife in my back and it’s slowly twisted in and in and in With a thorn in my side and nails for a bed And a familiar feeling comes back to me again and again
Well broken is a feeling that I already know Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow That’s what I say No it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day No it’s not my day, no
(No it’s not my day No it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day No it’s not my day Well it ain’t my day No it’s not my day Well it ain’t my day)
Well it’s not my day Well it ain’t my day
Well broken is a feeling that I already know Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow That’s what I say Well it’s ain’t my day
Well broken is a feeling that I already know Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow That’s what I say Well it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day Well it ain’t my day No it’s not my day, no
(Well it ain’t my day No it ain’t my day Well it’s not my day No it’s not my day Well it ain’t my day)
No it’s not my day, no Well it’s not my day Well it ain’t my day (No it’s not my day)