Deadbeat Hits - Futurebirds

The night’s smoking like you’ll never turn in

Thus was born another deadbeat boyfriend

Living, breathing scum

Afloat on insufficient funds

It’s a heavy moon and you’re riding for it

But you ain’t nothing 'til the sun adores ya

So give the folks what they need

And you can make the checks out to me

Between you and me it just may be

A sick company

Everybody’s chasing that goose who’s slingin'

Those chart-topping golden yolks

A grand buffet of FM waves

And you can stuff yourself until you choke

Can’t you hear them comin' for ya?

Those deadbeat hits are gonna floor ya

I want to drink from the most epic chorus

Wearing suits custom tailored for us

Drinking top-shelf for free

Throw off those grips of reality

So don’t worry if that moon goes unheard

Now you’ll be hangin' it on every record

How could it be wrong?

If the whole world’s singing along?

Between you and me it just may be

A sick company

Everybody’s chasing that goose who’s slingin'

Those chart-topping golden yolks

A grand buffet of FM waves

And you can stuff yourself until you choke

We’re gonna stuff ourselves until I choke

Can’t you hear them comin' for ya?

Those deadbeat hits are gonna floor ya