McWeakerton - Tentative Lyrics

I suppose everything you have could turn to gold
Let's just hope the convict in your skin won't get parole
We'll just see, until then we'll just have to disagree
Obsolence, the luxuries of never paying rent

Sink or swim, am I getting out of bed or sleeping in
Arms asleep, I guess my fingers have been counting sheep

Hung by your toes, no one ever likes that, nothing's working for me
Scarce as a ghost, sticking to the pavement, trapped inside your t.v

Hung by your toes, no one ever likes that, nothing's working for me
Scarce as a ghost, sticking to the pavement, trapped inside your big screen
Call anytime, we all saw the dog but we covered it in clothing
I won't decline any kind of sign or any sort of warning