Lyrics

Well I got four flat tires, and the windshield is cracked And then the power steering's out, alignment's all out of whack A bunch of holes in the floorboard, chassis's all rusted All the headlights, tail lights, brake lights busted Plus upholstery is mostly burned and patched up with tape It's all bloody, and somebody cut the lines to the brakes And though the clutch won't catch, and the trunk won't latch, you know It's still got a full tank of gas, so - even though Everything is broken, none of it is working All of it is riddled with dilemmas that'll worsen If I don't get cracking at it, put it back together, that'll Be the last straw on this camel's back, crack-a-lack-a Everything is broken, none of it'll start All of it is faulty, and it's falling apart And it's fast approaching doom, and it's past the point of ruin But I'ma keep it moving, I'ma keep it, keep it moving, I'ma do it Well I got four crumbled walls, and the front door is gone And then the sewer line has backed up and flooded the lawn I got rats in the basement, bats in the attic Mold in the kitchen and the bath so bad they're blackened And a bunch of water damage everywhere from the leaks And all the windows are shattered and covered up with tattered sheets It's veiled from the sun, and the mail never comes But the heat's still on, and it runs, so - even though Everything is broken, none of it is working All of it is riddled with dilemmas that'll worsen If I don't get cracking at it, put it back together, that'll Be the last straw on this camel's back, crack-a-lack-a Everything is broken, none of it'll start All of it is faulty, and it's falling apart And it's fast approaching doom, and it's past the point of ruin But I'ma keep it moving, I'ma keep it, keep it moving, I'ma do it Well I got four broken limbs, and my back is a mess I got poison in my veins and a pain in my chest Severely dehydrated from my sleep deprivation My eyesight is rapidly deteriorating And all my teeth in need of fillings, and my fingernails cracked And I'm afflicted with incessant indigestion and a rash My hair is falling out, and I can barely hear a sound, you know I've still got ideas and a mouth, so - here we go Everything is broken, none of it is working All of it is riddled with dilemmas that'll worsen If I don't get cracking at it, put it back together, that'll Be the last straw on this camel's back, crack-a-lack-a Everything is broken, none of it'll start All of it is faulty, and it's falling apart And it's fast approaching doom, and it's past the point of ruin But I'ma keep it moving, I'ma keep it, keep it moving, I'ma do it