The Receipt Songtext
von Bob Mould

The world, it owes you nothing
You′re such a party for yourself
No wonder no one pays attention to you now

Don't talk about me to your friends
And you become embarrassing
So was it worse back then?
Is it worse right now?


Some deadbeat dad who lives alone
And I don′t like your favorite song
So please don't call me anymore
I don't wanna know you

The clock has stopped at 4:08
And I stand still so far away
The basement window sheds no sunlight on your face
I took the high road for too long
And I still hate your favorite song
So let there be no doubt
What this one′s all about