Album: Strangers in our House
Up on a plane for a thousand years
The young and plain take it out of me
The more you sell it off the more you get it back at night
The edge keeps falling all apart
And we can't keep guessing who's pardoning it
Us or them, or then we're always off already, gone already
Bet it all on me
We live off of crumbs and the soda machine
Set a, set a, you set a line
You set a line and grow old
So bet it all on me
We live off of crumbs and the soda machine
Set a, set a, you set a line
You set a line and grow old
Would you rather be sick
Would you rather be stuck in a line
Would you rather be a trick taking cues from a pig
And every thirty seconds there's another up for bids
Or would rather just hide
Would you rather be left behind
I know it's a drag, it gets harder than that
You can see it in their faces
You can see it in their act
So bet it all on me
We live off of crumbs and the soda machine
Set a, set a, you set a line
You set a line and grow old
So bet it all on me
We live off of crumbs and the soda machine
Set a, set a, you set a line
You set a line and grow old