Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin.
Move it from the front to back and start it go again.

With the depression and time we will multiply.
And I've got more mouths to feed,
Than I could ever fit in this auto.
You go have a good time;
Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind.

So punch the clock two months of up and I am stuck down,
Against the floor the heat rises out and leaves town.

With the depression and time we will multiply,
Till I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever fit in this auto.
You go have a good time;
Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind.

And that's the story of the boy who tried to play cool.
We found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules.

With the depression and time we will multiply,
Till I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever fit in this auto.
You go have a good time;
Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind.