I was feeling very sad and so low
I went looking for some liquid sympathy
wait and found some bones down at the deep hole
and the ba*tards waiting called the cops on me
I figure somewhere in the world it's happy hour
so I went down to get properly dispose
when in the world me and whisky sour
and the man said sorry son were closed
seems that lately I've been paying
for things I used to get for free
dont you know I hear the music's playing
well I know the word is out on me
oh I was feeling very wild and restless
and I figured it inside I clogged my doom
called to see if I was on the castlist
and the switchboard lady wouldn't put me through
found me a number in my pocket
I figured out: hell how can I miss
shot through seven digits lock and rocket
and some guy says: who the hell is this
seems that lately I've been paying
for things I used to get for free
don't you know I hear the music's playing
wow I know the word is out on me
seems the doors that once were open
I slam and shut in my face
not good any more of hoping
I think I better move some other place
seems that lately I've been praying
for things I used to get for free
dont you know I hear the music playing
wow i know the word is out on me