No Rest for the Whiny

歌詞

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