Beautiful Day

[Intro: A lone, distorted bass riff, repetitive and heavy. After two bars, the drums kick in with a brutal, driving 4/4 floor-tom beat. The guitar feedback hums like a low-rent neon sign.] [Verse 1: Bass and drums only. Vocals are a low, rhythmic growl.] The landlord’s knocking—that’s a rhythmic thud against the wood The radiator’s leaking something black and far from good. I’m digging through the sofa for a dime I might have missed While the morning sun is shining like a golden, glowing fist. And there’s a robin on the bin, a little red-breasted shite Singing like he didn't see me alone puking last night. [Verse 2: Guitar enters with sharp, staccato downstrokes. Increased vocal grit.] My gums are raw from cheap-shelf gin, my head’s a fucking mess Thinking 'bout that slut Jenny and her new floral dress. She’s probably out there right now, giving it to half the town While the cherry blossoms "look divine" and drift on softly down. Look at that couple, laughing and sharing a damn pastry I’d like to see a pigeon take a dump in both of their tea. [Refrain: The "Freak-Out" section. The music explodes into a wall of fuzz. Every word is shouted.] IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, AND I HATE IT! (HATE IT!) A PERFECT VIEW, AND I HATE IT! (HATE IT!) THE SKY IS BLUE, AND I DON'T CARE! (HATE IT!) YEAH, FUCK THE SUN AND ITS GODDAMN GLARE! (HATE IT! HATE IT! HATE IT!) [Verse 3: The music drops back to the tense bass-and-drums groove.] I’m walking past the park where all the "wellness" people jog Looking lean and radiant; "centered" fucking cogs. The air smells like expensive soap and freshly mowed grass No time for that shit till my boss gets off my ass. (Off my ass) The clouds are shaped like pillows in a laundry-day commercial While my life is gritty, dark, and highly controversial. [Refrain: Full volume. Massive energy.] IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, AND I HATE IT! (HATE IT!) A PERFECT VIEW, AND I HATE IT! (HATE IT!) THE SKY IS BLUE, AND I DON'T CARE! (HATE IT!) YEAH, FUCK THE SUN AND ITS GODDAMN GLARE! (HATE IT! HATE IT! HATE IT!) [Bridge: Everything cuts out except a single, clean guitar note that rings out. The vocals are spoken, dry, and confessional.] I can see it, alright? The way the light hits the dew on the dented fender of my car. The way the breeze feels like a... I don't know, a "rebirth." It’s a fucking masterpiece. It’s the kind of day that makes people believe in something. And it’s insulting. I’ve got three bucks to my name and a headache that’s got its own heartbeat. Go be "miraculous" on someone else’s street. I’m busy. [Instrumental Break: A chaotic, dissonant guitar solo. It sounds like a car crash in slow motion. The bass slides up and down the neck in a drunken frenzy. 8 bars.] [Verse 4: High-speed delivery. The drummer is hitting the crash cymbal on every beat.] The rent is still a mountain, and last night's girl left without a sound But the sunset is fucking "majestic" for the lucky ones around. Gold and purple highlights on the greased-up track The world is trying to hug me—I am never hugging back. Keep your "magic" and your "wonders," keep your "spirit" and your "soul" I’m perfectly content inside this goddamn gutter hole! [Final Refrain: Maximum volume. Total chaos.] IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, AND I HATE IT! (HATE IT!) A PERFECT VIEW, AND I HATE IT! (HATE IT!) THE SKY IS BLUE, AND I DON'T CARE! (HATE IT!) YEAH, FUCK THE SUN AND ITS GOD! DAMN! GLARE! (HATE IT! HATE IT! HATE IT!) [Outro: The band stops abruptly on a dime. A single, high-pitched, mocking toy-piano "ding" rings out.] It’s a beautiful day. (Shut up) Yeah. Beautiful. [Feedback swells for one second then cuts to dead silence.]