Vilken slitsam morgon. Tur att det finns musik att tillgå. Denna morgons räddning var energi med hjälp av Social Distortion och The Bronx. Tänk att punkrock kan beröra mig på det sättet fortfarande. Mike Ness har författat så jag kände när jag gick hem från dagislämning i morse.

"Down On The World Again"

This ain't the way it's supposed to be, there's a dark cloud
Following meI'm disillusioned
And I'm down on the world again
There's movies going on in my head
And all I can see is the color red
I'm relentlessAnd I'm down on the world again
Give me tomorrow's broken dreams nowI'm feeling like a loaded gun
There's a world of guilt written on my face and
I feel ashamed for the human raceI've been forsaken
And I'm down on the world again
Well, I feel so alone in this crowd, my thoughts of despair
Are getting loudI'm disrespected
And I'm down on the world again
Love and tolerance have abandoned me and
I feel the gloom hovering over meI'm resentful
And I'm down on the world again
Give me tomorrow's broken dreams nowI'm feeling like a loaded gun
Give me tomorrow's holy schemes now, so hopeless
When there's no place left to run
Well, I tried to play for the higher stakes
You won't let me forget my mistakesI'm unforgiven
And I'm down on the world again
This ain't the way it's supposed to be, there's a dark cloud
Following meI'm distorted
And I'm down on the world again