Paychecks 歌词

Wasted, wasted A day's gone by Waking up tired Paycheck for the time Here's to feeling stable With all your cards on the table Wake up, there's no last chance Here's to acceptance As the skin clings tightly to my back I'm going nowhere fast Leaving soon with a handful of regrets Tasted, tasted The smoothest skin Waking up nauseous From my own rhetoric Here's to pissing on all fours While sparing time until the last call Face down in my own mess Here's to acceptance As the skin peels slowly from my back I'm going nowhere fast I'm tied down to an anchor in the past Lying still with a mouthful of regrets