| Song | Rent |
| Artist | Manners |
| Album | Heads UP Compilation II |
| It isn’t hard to snap a neck with the weight of the world as leverage | |
| Lowered into a shallow grave of paycheck after paycheck | |
| Stuck between your wallet folds | |
| is the cash you got for the childhood you sold | |
| And now you’re wondering what happened | |
| What happened is: | |
| You sold your soul to buy the dream, | |
| You were convinced “it would never happen to me,” | |
| You bought a house with the money you saved, | |
| You found the “perfect “ wife who felt the same, | |
| You ate dinner every night at 8, | |
| and every weekend was exactly the same. | |
| Your perfect family became a machine | |
| and now there’s no escaping. | |
| This life we live, is it all a lie? | |
| Keep wishing your empty life was something more than wasted time | |
| Its all downhill from here, | |
| a slow death making love to your office chair | |
| When you come home late at night, the lights not on, | |
| there’s no one there. | |
| She left a long time ago with the money and the kids | |
| and the life you shared, | |
| now you’re left sleeping all alone | |
| in a bed for two piss drunk and miserable. | |
| Drowning in the cold sweats, you’re a nervous wreck | |
| as you soak up the fumes and the toxins. | |
| As you stare up at the ceiling fan | |
| you wonder to yourself | |
| “how the fuck did this happen” |
| It isn' t hard to snap a neck with the weight of the world as leverage | |
| Lowered into a shallow grave of paycheck after paycheck | |
| Stuck between your wallet folds | |
| is the cash you got for the childhood you sold | |
| And now you' re wondering what happened | |
| What happened is: | |
| You sold your soul to buy the dream, | |
| You were convinced " it would never happen to me," | |
| You bought a house with the money you saved, | |
| You found the " perfect " wife who felt the same, | |
| You ate dinner every night at 8, | |
| and every weekend was exactly the same. | |
| Your perfect family became a machine | |
| and now there' s no escaping. | |
| This life we live, is it all a lie? | |
| Keep wishing your empty life was something more than wasted time | |
| Its all downhill from here, | |
| a slow death making love to your office chair | |
| When you come home late at night, the lights not on, | |
| there' s no one there. | |
| She left a long time ago with the money and the kids | |
| and the life you shared, | |
| now you' re left sleeping all alone | |
| in a bed for two piss drunk and miserable. | |
| Drowning in the cold sweats, you' re a nervous wreck | |
| as you soak up the fumes and the toxins. | |
| As you stare up at the ceiling fan | |
| you wonder to yourself | |
| " how the fuck did this happen" |