Meet Me In The Dollar Bin

Dead tired!
Bone dry!
Admired!
'Til I can’t make with the batteries
Bad day at the cannery
They’re making a mess of me
Best left tested by history
I grab this mic
I spike it to the ground
The lightning’s bad
But at least it’s not loud
The lighting’s bad
The band can’t see the crowd
So I’m coming down
I’m coming down
I’m coming down
I’m coming down
I’m coming down
I’m coming down
I’m coming down
There is no incident
There is no incident
There’s nothing incidental in this song
There is no accident
There is no accident
There’s nothing accidental in this song
There’s no coincidence
There’s no coincidence
There’s nothing coincidental in this song
Dead tired!
Bone dry!
Admired!
'Til I…
I grab this mic
I spike it to the ground
The lightning’s bad
But at least it’s not loud
The lighting’s bad
The band can’t see the crowd
So I’m coming down
I’m coming down
Meet me in the dollar bin
It’s a band I once was in
Haven’t done much better since
This is no coincidence
Been rubbing off our finger prints
Covered up with phony skins
This giving in has worn so thin
That you can see the beat within
Born fat or flat chested
The best of us tested
We passed and we passed
We passed out when we could
We got old
But we got good
And we did all
We said we would