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Todd Snider

Stuck On The Corner (Prelude To A Heart Attack)

 

Stuck On The Corner (Prelude To A Heart Attack)

(album: Peace Queer - 2008)


They named that God damn kiss ass handleman
Vice President of human resources or something
He stood up and made a speech about how we would all have to work even harder now
I thought: 'Harder now? Harder at what?'
I would give up anything to get up and walk out of here but...

I'm stuck on the corner of sanity and madness
I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference
We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees
We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

You ought to hear the shit that I get from my daughter
She says that she can't stand the sight of the car I bought her
I ruined her life forever, she don't ride a rag top
Her and her mother spend my money pretty much non stop
They're trying to break me for the sake of the neighborhood
They want everybody up and down the street to think we're doing good

We're stuck on the corner of sanity and madness
I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference
We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees
We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

I didn't even want to study economics
My parents made me because they said it would be practical
I can't make my kid do a god damn thing I tell him to
That kid's an unrepentant radical
He is as unimpressed by these plaques in my cubicle
As I am secretly impressed with his ability
To look at everything so completely irresponsibly

I'm stuck on the corner of sanity and madness
I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference
We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees
We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

You know now I have to call that little pecker Mr. Handleman
Drove home from work as mad I had ever been
And then I nearly jerked that kid out of a drive-through window
He said: 'Will that be everything?' I said: 'Hey, what would you know?'
'You're looking at a man about to buy his kid a rag top'
'What are you driving, a bicycle you little punk?'

I'm stuck on the corner of sanity and madness
I'm looking them over, I can't see a difference
We're making money out of paper, making paper out of trees
We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

We're making so much money we can hardly breathe
We're making so much money we can hardly breathe

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