Meet Me in the Dollar Bin

Lyrics

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