Left alone with your thoughts
With nothing left to say
So you go and you hide alone
And waste another day
But you can't break through the void
And there's nothing left to do
Except to kiss the shoe
That's gonna walk all over you
All over you over you
All over you over you
All over you
You
If you hear that voice at all
It'll tell you to pay some more
And when they can't find the money
They'll come knocking down your door
So you say that the checks in the mail
It'll be another week or two
But when that money don't show
They're gonna come right after you
Right after you after you
Right after you after you
Right after you
You
When you finally get ahead
And all is looking well
Spent the last thirty years
Working for that quitting bell
Too old to enjoy yourself
And there's nothing left to do
You're just so beaten down
That nothing bothers you
Nothing bothers you bothers you
Nothing bothers you bothers you
Nothing bothers you
You