Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can I Pay My Rent in Fun?, artist - Bomb The Music Industry!. Album song SCRAMBLES, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 09.06.2009
Record label: Asian Man
Song language: English
Can I Pay My Rent in Fun? |
You took a little every day until I didn’t have shit |
Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit |
Just a letter on the fridge |
That I got from human resources |
I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much |
And that nothing is forever and that nothing should be |
Someday it all stops, and I can’t sleep now |
Because I’m not a real fucking adult |
But I guess now I’ll have my life |
From 7: 00 to 6: 45 |
Marie, Marie, Marie, I’m sorry I’ve been too busy |
For the promise of an unfulfilling life |
The risks I took were mine to take |
We couldn’t communicate in anything but rote responses and shit eating grins |
And everything starts dwindling when it’s all built on |
Power trips and pandering, power trips and pandering |
The letter arrived yesterday, I didn’t have a drop to drink |
I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn |
To my apartment of dirty shit |
And a thousand lonely days ahead |
But I guess now I’ll have my life |
With red and black out of my eyes |
Marie, Marie, Marie I’m really stoked you set me free |
From the promise of an unfulfilling life were I can pay my bills and pass out |
at eleven and not |
Wake up and start feeling bad |
Worst case of the Mondays that I’ve ever had |
Though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night |
Except for drinks I can’t afford |
A can of Shmidty’s, nothing more |
I need some more security |
Than that provided by choosing between a job you hate, a job you hate and a job |
that doesn’t pay |
I got to caught up with me to behave responsibly |
Michael, Nathan and Christine, I’ve got no rent, Marie, Marie, Marie! |
I was arguing with cops while I had a fake mustache on |
Poorly handling emotions while swimming naked in the ocean |
Breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our fucking passports |
Drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing Rock Band |
Inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone |
Leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar 'cause they said «put a t-shirt on» |
Acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between |
A job you hate and a job that doesn’t pay |