Hope brings out to you like a new year Kicks your adidas into new gear And makes you laugh 'til you cry.
But oh, no Bills get paid when there's no funds All the drag fees take a credit run Leaves you eating on mac & cheese.
But we manage to get by And your heart alone Is still something When you die 'Cause we can transplant it
(CHORUS) All my hopes and dreams, they fade. Replaced with the feeling they all go away And somehow we land on the other side Better off as guests. That's what CNN tells me.
Drip, drop Banks go dry in the bedway The heat shuts off but it's okay