The Day to Day Bouquet

I've been lost and found, drunk and stone.
I've been rich and poor and all alone.
I have friends and family I can call my own.
My kin, my gang, butt I can still drink alone

And its fine, fine, fine

I've been dumped, by lovers, friends and others.
But I found my friend, fo, wife and lover.
I Have stumbled, crawled been beaten up by my brother.
And my path are filled with all the hate, and love and colour.

And its fine, fine, fine

I once had a friend who said, I had to grow up.
Get a life, get some help or you end up dead.
Stop living, stop laughing, stop all and everything
Get a job, buy a house, stop being nothing.

bridge:
Whats the point, of being ordinary, I don't know,
so f*** them all

Well its fine, fine, fine

I start my day at a cosy café.
I see folks, all kind of folks, they running away.
And they keep on running until they meet Sunday.
Their life, their path, their day to day bouquet

bru:
But its okey, just give dam, go your own way

its fine, fine, fine, fine
Well its fine, fine, fine
And its fine, fine, fine