We hadn't worked in a year We prayed the checks would all clear I got another eviction notice You got a brilliant career Now have you had enough or Should I continue? I'm sure there's lots more to say Like how when you were young you were Sweet and charming And now you're like a landmine That needs disarming Oh, congratulations on your great success It's comforting to see you're still a mess (Remind me not to say that out loud) You got the thousand-yard stare The world's your building and we're all tenants It's like you're not even there Suffering fools like a saint Who's doing some kind of public penance I know. Sometimes you gotta get your shirtsleeves dirty Sometimes you gotta wallow in the slime... That's just the price of doing business The price of doing business I read your letter again I still can't think of a proper comeback I still bump into you now and then I always seem to get knocked on my a** by the impact I don't expect you to confess to perfect murders You're just not who you used to be, I guess That that's the price of doing business The price of doing business