Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amber Lamps
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Greene
Songwriter
Edward Rosentel
Songwriter
Letra
Caught late to work again, you know I really didn't wanna go
When I finally got there, you know my boss didn't even show
I called him later on to give him a piece of my mind
He said we don't need you and I said well that's just fine
Then I said
Whoa, I think I just lost my job
Then I said no
Now I'm doing favors for the mob
It is such a bitter ride
And in the end we all die
Then I said whoa
I think I just lost my job
Yeah
I called my girlfriend to make sure we're still on for lunch
She said you're a worthless mess so I asked her in a hunch
I guess you heard the news, then, that I got myself fired
She said no and told me that we're through
She's just so tired of me
Whoa, I think I just lost my girl
Then I said no
Yeah, she was my whole world
It is such a bitter ride
And in the end we all die
Then I said whoa
I think I just lost my girl
Yeah
Making paper planes just to pass the time in bed
When my landlord knocked, well, he came in and he said
I don't know where you've been, and I don't care where you went
But if you think you're living here, well
You gotta pay the rent
Then I said
Whoa, I think I just lost my house
And I said no
Gotta crash on my parents' couch
It is such a bitter ride
And in the end we all die
Then I said whoa
I think I just lost my house
Sayin'
Whoa, I think I just lost my mind
Then I said no, this world's cruel and so unkind
It is such a bitter ride
I think we're all gonna die
Then I said whoa,
I think I just lost my mind
Sayin' whoa
Writer(s): Brian Greene, Edward Rosentel
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