Lyrics

Hand to mouth – living the high life
Barley leaving enough time – to try and get it right
One step behind the Jones’ - whoever they is
Still not sure – what a fixed rate is (or why I need it)
In-coming out like a broken spout, collateral damage piling
No sleep again, this crazy grin I’m wearing’s not a smile and…

It’s so much better than it could be,
I know somebody out there’s always got it worse than me
Not bitter, not jaded, I don’t have much left to give,
Beverly Hill-sized bills, fading fast, this is how the other half lives

Sink or drown – just a matter of degree
Treading water – become my specialty
Squeeze me, blood – from a stone (still rent to own)
Hand me-down, turn around (just throw me a bone)
Nickel and dime suits me just fine, fresh out of ones and zeros
Pockets turned out, season of doubt I care, but in the end I know

Everyone up for sleep-ins and standoffs, if you ain’t flush turn your head and cough up
A little more capital, won’t hurt at all, wear your suit and tie to the beggar’s ball
Ain’t it a shame, I got no game, make it rain pink slips and Mary Jane
Throw in the towel, can I buy a vowel or ten? No words for the state I’m in