| When my life goes down the drain |
| And I got no one left to blame |
| And I’ll always have this pain |
| Sick of playin' this old game |
| Woah my head is swollen |
| And I’m sore with bloodshot eyes |
| I got this reposession |
| Such a thorn up in my side |
| Come on down the price is high |
| We’ll take away your dreams |
| Steal up all your money |
| Along with your dignity |
| And it get’s so rough… |
| When my life goes down the drain |
| And I got no one left to blame |
| And I’ll always have this pain |
| Sick of playin' this old game |
| Poppin pills don’t pay the bills |
| Can’t smoke it all away |
| Can’t press rewind can’t change time |
| I’m livin' it day to day |
| No walkin' to the bank today |
| Don’t answer my telephone |
| I know its the blood-sucking leeches |
| The bill-collecting greedy hos |
| And it get’s so rough… |
| When my life goes down the drain |
| And I got no one left to blame |
| And I’ll always have this pain |
| Sick of playin' this old game |
| So charge it up, charge it up |
| Ain’t got no cash today |
| And charge it up, charge it up |
| Platic’s the american way |
| And charge it up, charge it up |
| And got no cash today |
| And charge it up, charge it up |
| Plastic’s the american way |
| And it get’s so rough… |
| When my life goes down the drain |
| And I got no one left to blame |
| And I’ll always have this pain |
| Sick of playin' this old game. |