It's just one of those days
You roam outside in the rain
It's cold, but you don't want to go back
To your comfortable house, to your comfortable wife
In your comfortable life,
With your guitar and your old car
And your 99 cent cigars
With a couple of friends in a sleazy bar
Routine... routine... routine...

And you feel as it grows inside you
You cannot deny yourself from understanding
Fables of insanity
Helplessly sticking your claws in the wall
Of a bottomless pit leading you down
To the inevitable end

It's just one of those days
You stay inside your car for a while
You vaguely remember what started it all
Your comfortable house, and your comfortable wife
Are burning in flames
With your guitar, and your cheap cigars
And all you've left behind
In your comfortable life
The routine... routine... routine...

And you know when it takes over you
Mysteriously you're now believing
In the fables of insanity
Comfortably leaning back as you
Watch yourself falling down
To the inevitable end

It's just one of those days...