I don't know just where it
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all goes, I', in debt up to my nose
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Get credit now for 20 percent, buy a car, don't spend a cent
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Take a ride, don't you like nice,
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you can look good for a price
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Go to London for a year, hope you can survive on a beer
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I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
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I feel us choking
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Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
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I don't know who thought that I would do well with a credit line
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First it was a stereo, then a snowboard and a phone
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Finally found a new guitar, put some money down on a car
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Next gig aint for seventh weeks, holy hell I'm up a creek
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I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
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I feel us choking
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Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
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I don't know where it all goes, guess it was the job I choose
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Gone a week and late on rent, my landlord is always bent
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You'd think I could save a dime, working alway, all the time
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Wanna quit but I don't know, oh we owe, we owe, we owe,
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we owe
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I don't know where it all went, haven't got a single cent
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Took my car away from me, now I'm riding RTD
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Cut my card up yesterday, guess it's the price I pay
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Got a new one in the mail - look at me settin sail
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I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
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I feel us choking
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Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
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We Owe
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| Dance Hall Crashers |
