Limbo In The Kitchen

With a heavy hand, with a jaundiced eye
I have cataloged the starry-eyed good times
And buried them alongside my dead pets and crimes
I should help the kids, bed-bound invalids
Befriend veterans and hijack their hardships
I wanna be a good little liberal, I can’t die alone
Death throws
Limbo in the kitchen
Foxholes
That’s no way of living
I wanna shower you in streams of revenue
Say the words, prop me up like a sleeper cell
Hold me accountable, hold me like a bad grudge
What will I do for work? Who covers car insurance?
Bureaucratic fees? Who sings at my funeral?
I need a social worker to come take me home
Come and take me home, honey
Death throws
Limbo in the kitchen
Foxholes
That’s no way of living
Hold on
I’m gonna need a minute here
Deep breath
Meet-cute with your demons
Death throws
Limbo in the kitchen
Foxholes
That’s no way of living
Hold on
I’m gonna need a second here
Deep breath
Meet-cute with your demons