Ballyhoo! - Bad Credit lyrics
[Ballyhoo! - Bad Credit lyrics]
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
Whoa, my head is swollen
And I'm sore with bloodshot eyes
I got this repossession
Such a thorn up in my side
Come on down the price is high
We'll take away your dreams
We'll steal up all your money
Along with your dignity and it gets so rough
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
Poppin' pills don't pay the bills
Can't smoke it all away
Can't press rewind, can't change time
I'm livin' it day to day
No walkin' to the bank today
Don't answer my telephone
I know it's the blood-sucking leeches
The bill-collecting greedy hoes
And it gets so rough
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
(what, what, what, what)
So charge it up, charge it up
Ain't got no cash today
And charge it up, charge it up
Plastic's the American way
And charge it up, charge it up
Ain't got no cash today
And charge it up, charge it up
Plastic's the American way
And it gets so rough
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
When my life goes down the drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
Whoa, my head is swollen
And I'm sore with bloodshot eyes
I got this repossession
Such a thorn up in my side
Come on down the price is high
We'll take away your dreams
We'll steal up all your money
Along with your dignity and it gets so rough
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
Poppin' pills don't pay the bills
Can't smoke it all away
Can't press rewind, can't change time
I'm livin' it day to day
No walkin' to the bank today
Don't answer my telephone
I know it's the blood-sucking leeches
The bill-collecting greedy hoes
And it gets so rough
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
(what, what, what, what)
So charge it up, charge it up
Ain't got no cash today
And charge it up, charge it up
Plastic's the American way
And charge it up, charge it up
Ain't got no cash today
And charge it up, charge it up
Plastic's the American way
And it gets so rough
When my life goes down my drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game
When my life goes down the drain
And I got no one left to blame
And I always have this pain
Sick of playing this old game