Bob Mould - The Receipt lyrics

The world, it owes you nothing You're such a mark for yourself No wonder no one Pays attention to you now Don't talk about me to your friends And you've become embarra**ing So was it worse back then Or is it worse right now? Some deadbeat dad who lives at home And I don't like your favorite song So please don't call me anymore I don't wanna know you The clock has stopped at 4:08 And I stand, still so far away The basement window sheds No sunlight on your fate I took the high road for you too long And I still hate your favorite song So let there be no doubt What this one's all about