Ordinary - Lucky Boys Confusion

Forty five steps to the liquior store

Just another breakdown that I can’t afford but

Can’t worry about tomorrow’s pain tonight

Alright

Forty five minitues it will all be gone

I’ll be strapped to the tap like nothing’s wrong but

Can’t worry about tomorrow’s pain tonight

Alright

These days, these nights are so ordinary

Smoke filled room conversation slow

Just leave me alone with the radio

Can’t worry about tomorrow’s pain tonight

Alright

Possessions never make good friends

You can throw it all away

Freedom is the race to your new beginning

Possessions never made much sense

Confessions never made much sense to me