Don't you wonder how you got stuck in this loop - 
working for the paycheck that you use to buy the suit 
you say, "Well, I just got paid and my money's all gone… 
**** the rent, tonight I'm buying liquid truth.” 
Heyeyey 
Don't you wanna go back to life before the job? 
Yeah, you were broke but at least you weren't choking on the fog
and the older I get, the less I remember the plan 
It's easy to lose track of time when you're putting in time for the man 
Don't you wonder how you got stuck in this loop - 
working for the paycheck that you use to buy the suit 
you say, "Well, I just got paid and my money's all gone… 
**** the rent, tonight I'm buying liquid truth.” 
Heyeyey 
Don't you find yourself taking work home… to the bar 
and don't you ask yourself, “Ya how the **** I get home with no car?” 
and don't tell her you’re a musician, just because you're looking to score. 
And you look deep in the drink and you speak the truth, "Yo, bottle: I shoulda spilled my life on the keyboard like dadadadaaaaa…” 
Don't you wonder how you got stuck in this loop - 
working for the paycheck that you use to buy the suit 
you say, "Well, I just got paid and my money's all gone… 
**** the rent, tonight I'm buying liquid truth.” 
Heyeyey 
you gotta get up 
you gotta get up 
you gotta get up 
you gotta get up 
Don’t you ever ask yourself, "Did I take this job or did this job take me?" 
Don’t you ever ask yourself, "Did I take this job or did this job take me?" 
Don't you ever answer, "I'm a piece of ****t” 
Don't you wonder how you got stuck in this loop - 
working for the paycheck that you use to buy the suit 
you say, "Well, I just got paid and my money's all gone… 
**** the rent, tonight I'm buying liquid truth" 
Heyeyey 
[repeat ad nauseam]