Same Old Song

Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent? Would you let me crash in your basement? 'Cause anyone of us could make it big Or could end up dead on the pavement And if I was to die If the plane went down and you survived You ever wondered what your parents meant When they told you Grandma's in Heaven? 'Cause I don't feel it like I did back then in a black sedan of depression And everyone's alright I could not afford to see the light I don't know what's wrong with me I killed the mood so naturally The guests begin to make me feel alone Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old, same sad song In the braille where the top is black Like a starving mouth for the answer You said the boulevard was not that bad And then they jacked our van with the instruments In the broad daylight They popped the trunk and left the keys behind The cops pretend to care I'll never see my mom's guitar again I don't know what's wrong with me I killed the mood so naturally The guests begin to make me feel alone The party has been done for hours I'm laying on bathroom tile Spilling all my guts below the throne Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old, same sad song Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old, same sad song