You could have been more
Than a name on the door,
On the thirty-third floor in the air.
More than a credit card,
Swimming pool in the backyard.
While you still have the time
You could get away and find
A better life, you know the grind
Is so ungrateful.
Racing cars, whiskey bars
No one cares who you really are.
You're the keeper of the cards,
Yes I know it gets hard,
Keeping the wheels turning.
And the wife she keeps the keys,
She is so pleased to be
A part of the arrangement.
You could have been more,
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air.
More than a consumer,
Lying in some room trying to die,
More than a creditcard,
Swimming pool in the backyard.
Lalalalala...
You could have been more,
Than a name on the door.
You could have been more
Than a name on the door.
You could have been more...