The Dry Heathens - Put Me Down Lyrics

You say that life is cheap
Then why is living so expensive
It all depends on supply and demand
And when I put myself to sleep
With pleasant dreams of second chances
That's your cue, you miserable fool

And there will be no rest for town crier
He's on fire with all the seeds he's sown
And then that one's grip is slipping
I can sense it as if it was my own
And then that one's on a mission for forgiveness
Better leave him alone
Depends on supply and demand

There's just one way to put it
I got two ways to put me down

It seems like last I seen her
There was fever and not enough oxygen
To breathe, what a disease
And I hope nobody notice
When I can't focus on any goddamned thing
Pretend that I'll make amends

And I'm so sorry morning glory
But that's my story that I'll be sticking to
And if you don't like the language
Then we'll languish in an ineffective mood
And the first rule of good business
Is good business doesn't have any rules
Depends on supply and demand