Letra da Música: Coin-Laundry Loser - TwoThirtyEight

So tired you could sleep with the light on
With the stereo blasting in you ear
You know you're tired when your senses fail

I'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree
I'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black

Keep the loved ones posted,
Someday they will have to come and bail you out
Hold your breath, count to ten,
Save your cursing for the navy wingnut

So caught up in being noteworthy,
The average ghost is haunting someone else
You know you're wired when your senses fail

I'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree
I'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black

Keep the loved ones posted,
Someday they will have to come and bail you out
Hold your breath, count to ten,
Save your cursing for the navy wingnut