Plastic Endeavors

I took a ride that was more like a slide Down a track called the credit card way It had no stops and I couldn't get off But they demanded I pay and pay My pass was a card that now lay in shards Beneath my passenger seat I don't need them now 'cause the statements allow Me to see what I owe them complete My phone is their bell and they're calling from hell I can see on my caller ID I pretend I'm not home and don't answer the phone So they'll just leave a message for me I fully intend to make repremand And pay everything that I owe I just hope they can see that coming from me The process will be kind of slow Rockman