Here's a little story that should be told With a whole lot heat and a little bit of soul Well We're all stuck in dead end jobs But the party's out the back So baby come on Tired of the friction I could use a little fiction Just a ounce satisfaction Take a break from all this social medication Apathy and entropy Is standing right in front of me And laughing through my tv screen I am thinking of rent Woa oh oh Lets go lady Come on go crazy It's on baby Come on So baby come on They're dancing in the backstreets I still starring at the spread sheet I am filling out the fax sheet I am wrestling with my myob Freedom at my finger tips Tonight we're on an ego trip On Monday we can pay for it I'm thinking about the rent Woa oh oh oh What you got what you need it clashes See the world through tinted glass Start a riot you'll need some matches Getting ready, ready steady go My credits good to ride on Tonight out dreams are neon Don't pull the plug on me it's On and on and on