Chas Troyer - Sob Stories Lyrics

Rainy day funds a little thin
Confidence is half what it coulda been
Through open sewage I will swim
Now the prognosis is starting to look grim

Sob stories and recycled riffs
Sanity thrown over a clif
Dry coughs and ticking time bombs
Woah

Good luck getting blood from this stone
All I have left is the skin on my bones
Just want to be left alone
Being bled dry through my cellular phone

Sob stories and recycled riffs
Isolations my new best friend
6 feet apart or below
Woah

Sob stories and recycled riffs
Miracle cures and urban myths
At least I still have my dog
Woah