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  1. Happy Hour

From the recording Happy Hour

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CD Title: Happy Hour
Song Title: Happy Hour
Music & Lyrics by Dodd Michael Lede

Mixed by: Steve Valenzuela
Recorded by: Mike BBQ

Musicians:
Dodd Michael Lede, Landyn Lyerla, Colin Travis, Jude Cwalenski, Mark Prentice, Bobby Tapia

Lyrics

In the morning make the coffee
And get me out of bed
In the evening without warning
You kick me in the head
And the truth that you've been stretching
Is thin and getting hard for you to sell
And you think that I'm complacent
And you're putting me through hell.

I've been praying for more time
I've been slaving for more bread
I've been working 20 hour days
And sleeping with the dead
And this jacked up sense of loyalty
Is make-believe & harder to defend
And now you're pushing all my buttons
Just to see how far I'll bend.

I'm all jacked up on happy hour
Trying to drink you off my mind
The thought of you is strong & sour
And leaves a bad taste in my mouth
I'm all jacked up on happy hour
Stumbling to get on my feet
I'm jacked up on happy hour
You can only be the death of me.

Don't let this go to your head
You bested me somehow
I'm in a happier place
And I'm almost happy now.

Well this sufferance is bliss
If you can tolerate the pain
And we sacrifice the things we want
For monetary gain
And I would feel a whole lot better
Knowing you were going through the same.
But that thought of you is over now
And the whiskey hides the pain.

I'm all jacked up on happy hour
Trying to drink you off my mind
The thought of you is strong & sour
And leaves a bad taste in my mouth
I'm all jacked up on happy hour
Stumbling to get on my feet
I'm jacked up on happy hour
You can only be the death of me.

All jacked up on happy hour

One of the great things about music is that it lives on forever!!”

— Dodd Michael Lede