The phone, it has been ringing

Ringing off the hook

And the creditors have said

That all of your debts have grown legs

And are running off the books

Correctional facilities

Sure, I'll accept your calls

But the tales have grown tall

And the till isn't at all

And tears are only bread crumbs

For the crooks

And my paycheck, it is bleeding

But it's fight or flight

The exit from debt could be the entrance

Into paradise

What are you doing daytimes?

Shooting out your windows, I bet

But the flocks of your dreams

Know that it's hunting season

It's a joke that you'll never get

Because wooden ducks, they do not bleed

And try as you might

The only goose that you'll bite

Is the goose egg you call your wife

When the bars announce it's closing time

And my heart, it is still beating

But it's fight or flight

The exit from loneliness is not necessarily

The entrance into paradise

Into paradise

Of all the men I've known

Who have money

I like you the most

Because every dollar you invent

You're even more hell-bent

On risking life and limb for another toast

When we were falling into puddles

I knew you had it in for me

Scraped my face on the ground

Until blood was down me

From my nose to the hem of my jeans

And my heart, it is still bleeding

But it's fight or flight

The exit from loneliness

Could be the entrance into paradise

Into paradise