I’ve posted the lyrics to this song before, but, unfortunately, it once again feels very appropriate.
There is nothing that competes with habit
And I know it’s neither deep nor tragic
But simply that you have to have itSo you can make a killing
So you can make a killing
So you can make a killingI wish I was both young and stupid
Then I too could have the fun that you did
Till it was time to pony up what you bidSo you can make a killing
So you can make a killing
So you can make a killingI could follow you and search the rubble
Or stay right here and save myself some trouble
I try to keep myself from seeing doubleOr I could make a killing
Or I could make a killing
Or I could make a killing