Random conversations in the other room
Doors slamming louder than they’re supposed to
Corny moneymakers showing on the TV
I wake up in the morning way too early
You’d better ask someone else
You’d better thank the good lord
I got ink on my fingers looking for a new job
You wanna get a pizza, how much cash have you got?
I’m sick of getting transferred to your voice mailbox
If I didn’t have the patience I would miss you a lot
You’re putting words into my mouth
And thoughts in my head
I’ve already got too much in there
To hear what you said
I never knew the answer but I wish that I had
If you ever have a question you’ll know who not to ask
Go for a stroll
remote control
Do what I’m told
It’s the way I roll
Plausible goal
Don’t feed the troll
Newspaper soul
In a sixty foot hole