Shave your head

Sitting on the kitchen floor, quiet

Everybody wants something, everybody wants something

You’ve got a face like a November pumpkin

Caribou Coffee, a twelve step plan

A two man job, a baby grand

This land is my land, it’s my land

I got it from a Carnegie

The past has a way of repeating itself

The future has a way of falling backwards on its ass

Got bills, got bills to pay

Got bills, got bills to pay (oo-oh)

The past has a way of repeating itself

The future has a way of falling backwards on its ass

Got bills, got bills to pay

Got bills, got bills to pay (oo-oh)

I hear the hiss of the air between bodies

I see the lights of an oncoming train

I kill a candle with my pointer fingers

I see the truth in the pouring rain

The past has a way of repeating itself

The future has a way of falling backwards on its ass

Got bills, got bills to pay

Got bills, got bills to pay (oo-oh)

The past has a way of repeating itself

The future has a way of falling backwards on its ass

Got bills, got bills to pay

Got bills, got bills to pay (oo-oh)

Cry in my costume, I go to work

I am awesome

I am the worst

I saw a possum eating some dirt

Life during wartime

Can I kick it?

The past has a way of repeating itself

The future has a way of falling backwards on its ass

Got bills, got bills to pay

Got bills, got bills to pay (oo-oh)

The past has a way of repeating itself

The future has a way of falling backwards on its ass

Got bills, got bills to pay

Got bills, got bills to pay (oo-oh)