I try to scrape it off, the thought of skin against skin

And move it from the front to back and started go again

But the depression and time breed and multiply

And I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever

Fit in this auto

You go have a good time

Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind



So punch the clock, two months are up, and I am stuck down

Against the floor the heat rises out and leaves town

As the depression and time breed and multiply

'Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever

Fit in this auto

You go have a good time

Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind



That's the story of a boy who tried to play it cool

But found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules

With the depression and time breed and multiply

'Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever

Fit in this auto

You go have a good time

Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind