Tilt Mode Lyrics

Flood damage. Mildew left here three grey hairs ago

Legends of gambling off your home and

Putting children on the streets, verbal abuse

The simple things in life are the ones that don't wrack up your credit card bill

Do I share an allergy with Marc Johnson?

Lucky me! At least it's good company, yeah

How long before I know that I can't get home alone

Until I'm instructing my feet, "left foot go ahead of me"

I say

I'm afraid that as I age my control will go away

Cause it's not the taste, it's for the race, it's for the fun of the game

I'm going for a hat trick, and soon I'll be sick

A realistic, narcissistic, faux-artistic, bad statistic

Lucky me? I don't share the allergy

But still wrack up the credit card bills

May not be my death, but I still wrack up debt and what's the point in that?

I might share the tendencies of Amy Winehouse, RIP

Or frat guys from my college days and people in my dorm I hated

I might share the tendencies of my great grandfather

But I won't let that…

Great grandfather, but that can't become me

That can't become me

It's so weird

That people need it just to feel it when a place gets weird

I don't care

If they give me bad looks for not dropping $50 on beer

It's not fair

That it's expected for someone to be accepted, yeah

Out of here

I'll pick the tab up but won't stumble when I'm leaving here

When I'm leaving