Let You Down

the phone is ringin' and it ain't jokin'
a bill collector but I'm outside smokin'
unshaven in the afternoon's glare
that's the unemployed truth
laundry change in a beggar's tin cup
I'm oversleepin' 'cuz I'm tired of wakin' up unshaven in the afternoon glare that's the unemployed truth
I'm a loser and I will let you down
seven months and I still ain't made rent
I brush my teeth with your impatience
and crawl under the tap and wash my hair with the unemployed truth
disapproval on narrow shoulders
stacking rejection and another hangover pounding in the afternoon glare
that's the unemployed truth
I'm a loser and I will let you down
you wanna be a star
well I'm afraid of heights
we both know how you are
I'll only ruin your night i will let you down