Meet Me In The Dollar Bin - Les Savy Fav

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