A Dying Wage

The deadbolt clicks into place
Relax, they're gone
No one knows where we are
The strip is hot
Let's keep our heads down for a few more days let the rumors circulate
And when they drop their guard
We'll remind them who we are
We'll take what's ours
No repercussions, just a few loose ends
Then, the real work begins
Just because we've had some fun
Doesn't mean we're happy

Look at how we're living now
Look at all this waste
You can feel the weight
Of a dying wage
No one dreams of getting older
While they run in place
I can see my face
In the glass of the cage

I see the dealer on the corner
Who accepts his fate in stride
And he is never much more than a phone call or a grave mistake away
I'm getting older
I don't want to