Bomb The Music Industry - 25

I walked two miles in the rain in a suit
my feet torn up by my father's shoes
Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket
to the floor of the station. I still don't have a wallet
Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square
The umbrellas of New York take up too much air
So we just walk real slow at double-arms length in unison

My mom dragged me to the doctor today
I had a cough for a month and it won't go away
I've been sleeping on floors for three hours a day
and I have no insurance, so she has to pay
I can't talk to my friends because I'm embarrassed
that I keep sliding back down. I keep getting depressed

- We got our ideals but no way to achieve them
- We got our degree but got no means to use it
- We're swimming in debt with no way to surmount it
- We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey
- We got credit cards, so we got a new TV
- We got mobile phones but no minutes so text me

Get out of my way because I'm 25
and I still act like I'm ten!
I'm 25! I don't learn from my mistakes
I make them again and again and again and again and again

- We swallow our pride over piles of problems
- We whine and complain but we don't try to solve 'em
- We're reaching for answers like nobody's got 'em

Get out of my way because I'm 25
and I still act like I'm ten goddamn years old!
Get out of my way because I'm 25
and I still act like I'm ten goddamn years old!