I don’t know just where it all goes, I’m in debt up to my nose
Get credit now for 20 percent, buy a car, don’t spend a cent
Take a ride, don’t you look nice, you can look good for a price
Go to London for a year, hope you can survive on beer
Oh, I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
Oh I feel us choking
Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
I don’t know who thought that I would do well with a credit line
First it was a stereo then a snowboard and a phone
Finally found a new guitar put some money down on a car
Next show ain’t for seven weeks holy hell I’m up a creek
Oh, I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
Oh I feel us choking
Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
I don’t know where it all goes, guess it was the job I chose
Gone a week and late on rent, my landlord is always bent
You’d think I could save a dime, working always, all the time
Wanna quit but I don’t know, oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
I don’t know just where it all went, haven’t got a single cent
Took my car away from me, now I’m riding RTD
Cut my card up yesterday, guess this is the price I pay
Got a new one in the mail look at me I’m settin’ sail
Oh, I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
Oh I feel us choking
Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
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