everything you want is done
you want to run and all you want to get is high
stand back and letting all the checks roll in
you've done enough to get you by
you don't even try
with your resume around your neck
loans are going unpaid
dinner dates are delayed
phones calls are never returned
toys in the driveway
ashes in the ashtray
bridges that you've yet to burn
i think its coming to you
such a strange occupation
i think its coming to you
such a strange situation
you want to turn me around
by the resume around my neck
hand in hand on the witness stand
making time with you
you want to jerk me around
with your resume around your neck
you're gonna buy us with the ease of a virus and disease
you were on a rope but now your done
your lead is hard to follow
your story's hard to swallow
you've stopped being very much fun
i think its coming to you
such a strange occupation
you've got it coming to you
such a strange situation
i want to hang you up
by the resume around your neck
hand in hand on the witness stand
making time with you
send you home
with broken bones
making time with you

Writer : DANIELS, JOSEPH W. LUCAS, DAVID SCOTT
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group