Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can I Pay My Rent in Fun? , by - Bomb The Music Industry!. Song from the album SCRAMBLES, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 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 |