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We don't have any moneyBut we've got new credit cardsAnd credit turns to debtAnd debt turns to not seeing anyone except ourselvesWho we no longer recognizeWe treat ourselves like tourists in our own townWe're always spending and wandering, drifting into sleepAnd I would rather get drunk on wine, Fall on my kneesIt is there you will see me sink, There 'aint nothing I'm working forAnd I was thinking just the other dayWhat would it be like if we were anywhere else?Someplace worth being someplace for good reasonAnd I would rather get drunk on wine, Fall on my kneesIt is there you will see me sink, There 'aint nothing I'm working forThere 'aint nothing I'm working forWe all get caught in the costumesThat we've been wearing long past the Halloween seasonAnd last year I went as a clean dumb meAnd this year I'm going as [?]And I would rather get drunk on wine, Fall on my kneesIt is there you will see me sink, There 'aint nothing I'm working forThere 'aint nothing I'm working forYeah there's nothing From Letras Mania