[ Featuring Taxes ]
Just another wasted day
As the game continues to play
Strike my pieces from the board
To slow momentum of the rolling die
Slow
Can't get out of first again
Ride the clutch, reverse is your friend
Don't engage the gears unless they're moving
Surely at an equal pace
Don't
I think I need to rest a while
Because I feel dizzy
Look, Ma, no hands
And just this once, I guess, but
Never again will I make this mess
D'I do good?
Quench my pen with what I drink
Pour me out, and fill me with think
Circumvent the point by rolling off the truth
As if you give a damn
Pour
I think I need to rest a while
Because I feel dizzy
Look, Ma, no hands
And just this once, I guess, but
Never again will I make this mess
D'I do good?
