I try to scrape it off, the thought of skin against skin
 And move it from the front to back and started go again
 But the depression and time breed and multiply
 And I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
 Fit in this auto
 You go have a good time
 Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind
 So punch the clock, two months are up, and I am stuck down
 Against the floor the heat rises out and leaves town
 As the depression and time breed and multiply
 'Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
 Fit in this auto
 You go have a good time
 Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind
 That's the story of a boy who tried to play it cool
 But found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules
 With the depression and time breed and multiply
 'Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
 Fit in this auto
 You go have a good time
 Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind