| We got knocked off the horse and we can’t get back up
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| We can try to change but we’ve still got our bills
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| That we gotta pay, and the payments stay the same
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| No matter where you move, no matter how cheap the rent
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| Stop screaming for a change, start screaming for a wage
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| And the irony of plastic is when it starts replacing cash
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| Soon enough you have no cash and it gets replaced with debt
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| And all you’re left with is past mistakes and the envelopes change color
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| All dimly lit pastels, they go white and then to yellow then to pink
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| It’s like a fucking party to celebrate that you are fucked
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| Electric flow and dirty clothes and student loans
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| Oh god, you gotta pay 'em
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| Electric flow and student loans and dirty clothes
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| Oh god, you gotta pay 'em, gotta pay 'em, gotta pay 'em, gotta pay 'em, pay 'em
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| While you can’t get a decent wage, I still can’t find a job
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| Yeah, my life just repeats the 2005 series
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| Of rejected applications and me botching interviews
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| And waiting for phone calls from a temp agency that never calls at all
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| It’s never easy but it’s always
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| The electric flow and dirty clothes and student loans
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| Oh god, you gotta pay 'em
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| The electric flow and dirty clothes and student loans
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| Oh god, you gotta pay 'em
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| The attack, I’m feeling the attack, I’m feeling the attack
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| Of basic social skills I know I know I know I know I lack
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| I’m hyper cognizant of facts, I’m well aware that we are barely scraping by
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| My good intentions aren’t enough to salvage that
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| Give me one, give me two, give me three four five
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| Give me more per hour so I can afford to pay for food and gas
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| And bags to throw away the trash
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| You gotta throw away the trash
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| It’s hard to pay the bills when you can’t work a forty hour week
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| It’s hard to interview when I am too depressed to even speak
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| It’s hard to have a blast when we spend all our spare time feeling weak
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| Because we’re thinking about that
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| Electric flow and dirty clothes and student loans
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| Oh god, you gotta pay 'em
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| The electric flow and student loans and dirty clothes
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| Oh god, you gotta clean 'em
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| The attack, I’m feeling the attack, I’m feeling the attack
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| Of basic social skills I know I know I know I know I lack
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| I’m hyper cognizant of facts, I’m well aware that we are barely scraping by
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| My good intentions aren’t enough to salvage that
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| Give me one, give me two, give me three four five
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| Give me more per hour so I can afford to pay for food and gas
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| And bags to throw away the trash
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| You gotta throw away |