Lyrics: Local H. Pack Up The Cats. Laminate Man.

Everything you want is done
You wanna run and all you wanna get is high
Stand back and letting all the checks roll in
You've done enough to get you by

You don't even try with your resume around your neck

Loans are going unpaid dinner dates are delayed
Phones calls are never returned
Toys in the driveway ashes in the ashtray
Bridges that you've yet to burn

I think its coming to you, such a strange occupation
I think its coming to you, such a strange situation

You want to turn me around by the resume around my neck

Hand in hand on the witness stand making time with you

You want to jerk me around with your resume around your neck

You're gonna buy us with the ease of a virus and disease
You were on a rope but now your done, your lead is hard to follow
Your story's hard to swallow, you've stopped being very much fun

I think its coming to you, such a strange occupation
You've got it coming to you, such a strange situation

I wanna hang you up by the resume around your neck

Hand in hand on the witness stand making time with you
Send you home with broken bones making time with you