Dear Life - Beck

You sang your swan song to the dogs

'Cause they made mincemeat of the dreams you hung your hopes on

So you cut it out, well your sins cost

While money talks to your conscience, looking like a fool for love

Dear life, I’m holding on

Dear life, I’m holding on

How long must I wait

Before the thrill is gone

You drove your Rolls into the swamp

You stole away like a thief, reeling from the sticker shock

Of the price they put upon your soul

You buy it back from the burning ashes of the devil you know

Dear life, I’m holding on

Dear life, I’m holding on

How long must I wait

Before the thrill is gone

Dear life, come and pick me up

Dear life, I think the button’s stuck

Dear life, I think it’s gone too far

Dear life, please lower the bar

Lower than the stars

Dear life, I’m holding on

Dear life, I’m holding on

How long must I wait

Before the thrill is gone