Excess In My Town

Take out a loan if you need another fresh bite
A bit more sugar and it might even taste nice
A golden egg and a wet wipe

Wait by the way and I’ll pick you up at morning light
You’re trying to tell you and you know that you’ve got every right
Never found a reason except to lend a hand to tired eyes

A hungry hand looks up to compliment you on your tie
Holds out a hand and asks for help as you just walk on by
Maybe you’d see him if you didn’t tie it up so tight

I’m trying to tell you that you’re working for a glass lie
Childhood agrees but obligation tells you otherwise
Take all your money buy some string and make a paper kite

Alright

Take out a loan if you need another fresh bite
A bit more sugar and it might even taste nice
A golden egg and a wet wipe