I've got this nagging bill collector,
he calls me every 30 days.
Says he plans to serve me papers,
and take what hasn't already gone up in flames.
That fire's burnin' fast & hard,
it's too fucking hot in here to think,
and the only hose aimed to save this house,
pulls out from it's kitchen sink.
It feels like
15 elephants sittin' on my chest,
36 vultures pickin' at my flesh,
i'm a man overboard without a life vest,
yeah i'm a little weighed down,
but i'm doing my best.