OWES - grad stuff Lyrics

C-come and give me the law
Give me the keys to your old car
Give me the path of least resistance
Blow away that house of cards
Oh, I'll have it all
Pile the plate up ten feet high
Say we should just let people die
Collect a bag for every eye
I'll say it doesn't matter and it looks just fine to me
I just said it doesn't matter so for god sakes let it be
Didn't you know
Did you pretend to understand
Knowingly telling fibs and hand holding
Your pals to a couple of grand
But son, it's quid pro quo
Says he who bays for the hand that ticks
Trickle it down and kick the pricks
Until there's nowt left to heat their homes
It's all a fix, yeah
And nothing gets better
I need the back of my mind
And a case against the hand that feeds
Simply soil myself and give the deeds to someone
I don't like, but lover
Tell me, what's the need
Please elaborate and contain those
Home truths
Get another vocation, make it good my dear
And don't worry about me