Lyrics The Real Estate - Elliott Smith

The Real Estate

Dogs eat dogs eat dogs
Move through
There’s rain inside the house
For our moods
But I don’t want to live here
Even if it’s all we’ve got
Mr. Big got an expectation
He thinks he thinks he’s my education
He said, «Don't you think
We could make a couple of G’s?»
Why don’t you go for yourself
And take what’s coming to you?
I didn’t want to go inside
It’s a burned out party
It’s killing my pride
Just want to live with her again
Can we do that?
Even if you can’t stand to
Sleep in the same bed
Mr. Big got an expectation
He thinks he thinks he’s my education
He said, «Don't you think
We could make a couple of G’s?»
Why don’t you go for yourself
And take what’s waiting for you?
Fetched the mail at a quarter 'til one
I think the mailman thinks I’m dumb
I think the mailman thinks me dumb