I wrote a love song to the rent, But it bounced... like my last check. I sang a hymn to self-respect, But the chorus never clicked. And the skyline keeps on grinning, Like it knows the joke’s on me. The spinning hands of time... Deliver the punchline Oh, futility and me, we're like drunks dancing in gasoline Striking the match, watching it burn... ain’t it sweet? (Ain’t it sweet?) Spending my time and my wages... selling my days Punching clocks, making minimum payments... rinse and repeat. (Rinse and repeat!) I'm losing the rhythm, tripping over my feet Depleted, defeated... I'm so fucking beat! But the preacher says that there's a greater plan I shouldn't be so bold as to understand Pay my tithe and trust the grand... Design will one day... Something... But it seemed like he was grinning, Like he knew the joke’s on me. The spinning hands of time... Deliver the punchline Oh, futility and me, we're like drunks dancing in gasoline Striking the match, watching it burn... ain’t it sweet? (Ain’t it sweet?) Spending my time and my wages... selling my days Punching clocks, making minimum payments... rinse and repeat. (Rinse and repeat!) I'm losing the rhythm, tripping over my feet Depleted, defeated... I'm so fucking beat! Is our fate pre-determined or do we have ourselves to blame For not moving forward, nothing ever seems to change We pay our dues, sell our souls, all for some promised hope But the rent's still due... and I'm still broke So, I'll just keep on grinning, 'Cause I know the joke’s on me. And I will let the spinning hands of time... Deliver the punchline Oh, futility and me, we're like drunks dancing in gasoline Striking the match, watching it burn... ain’t it sweet? (Ain’t it sweet?) Spending my time and my wages... selling my days Punching clocks, making minimum payments... rinse and repeat. (Rinse and repeat!) I'm losing the rhythm, tripping over my feet Depleted, defeated... I'm so fucking beat!