You choke my days, i'll choke yours!

"Eh this is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some really bad days. And I kept them in a little box. And one day I threw them out into the yard. Oh, it's just a couple of innocent bad days. Well, we had a big rain... I don't know what it was growing in, but I think we used to put egg shells out there and coffeegrounds too. Don't plant your bad days! They grow into weeks, the weeks grow into months, and before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me: CHOKE those little bad days! CHOKE 'em down to nothing! They 're your days, CHOKE 'em! You choke my days, I'll choke yours! All right... "

It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
It's more than thunder
It's more than thunder

And it's more than a bad dream, now that I'm sober
Nothing but sad times
Nothing but sad times

None of our pockets, are lined with gold
Nobody's caught the bouquet
And no dead presidents we can fold
Nothing is going our way

And it's more than trouble, I've got myself into
It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now

And it's more than a bad dream, now that I'm sober
There's no more dancing
There's no more dancing

And it's more than trouble, I've got myself into
Nothing but sad times
Nothing but sad times

None of our pockets, are lined with gold
Nobody's caught the bouquet
And no dead presidents we can fold
Nothing is going our way

And it's more than goodbye, I have to say to you
It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now

And it's more than goodbye, I have to say to you
It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now

And it's more than woe-begotten gray skies now

Tom Waits