I lived a little beyond my meansnI heard a riddle I answered in my dreamsnbut I don't know what's left to do nownnphone keeps on stingingncollectors on the callnmy bells aren't ringing I tell them tales tallnnmy attention was never paid in fullnit's the last drop down the drainnnhands on the wheelnof the vehicle that caused my distressnconfounded interestnna kiss said I should steal this opportunitynto ingest these liquid assetsnso here's to the last drop down the drainnnsince the beginning we were living check to cheeknnow every moment's spent to get us through the weeknour stocks are stones and our only bonds are that which keep togethernthese days don't pay and if you can't make change than this is your forevernnI lived a little beyond my meansnthere's grace for saving but never time it seemsnso let's go on running emptynit's the last drop down the drainnnbeyond my meansnn