Dotted Line

Sign on the dotted line You'll be just fine There goes your life There goes your wife Twenty more years Many more tears There goes all my pay Wallets running on empty today Can't afford to play Once was a free man understand Now your standing in quicksand Which way is up or down Its why do you wear that frown Pay for my house But can't afford to feed a mouse Go to work don't miss a day No time to play Your a slave Ride the wave To an early grave No time to stop You'll never reach the top What is the week end There's no money to spend Gone with the wind Driving a car that won't go That's way to slow Your for sure hired Now your fired Find a job anew Since the last one you blew Disgrace Living the rat race Leaves this look on your face Round and round you go Yet you have nothing to show Meeting yourself at the door Can't give no more Yet more you want With letters that haunt Sometimes taunt Slowly sinking on dry land Only thing I need to understand I'm going to have to find someone to rob Just so i can pay Bob