A ditty about money and how it leads to mistakes seasoned with procrastination and Frank Murnau
current mood: aggravated
The bills are starving
they should have been fed
they grumble and moan
at night in their bed.
Day by day I give out what I got
I feed what I can to keep them barely alive
I feed them early I feed them late
but something tells me I'd be better if they died.
Not even my bills. Not even my fucking debt. Try to help someone and oh yeah, they're not the kind of man who worries about his debt at all? Yeah, not a man at all to me.