Reposess the Sky 2: Jack
Chattan, you've gotta wake up, you can't be late for work again
Someone's gotta make batteries, and that someone's you
Don't tell me you spent all night in the park
I don't trust that bum, who know's what he'll do?
Oh my lot in life is to endure a Hell
Called Duracell® I might as well
I can never seem to ever get a break
They always take and take. It makes my heart ache
Chattan, you've gotta stop playing those scratch-off lotto games
You might as well throw your money straight in the trash
Better yet, you could give it to your best friend Jack
You know me, I could always use the cash
Oh my lot in life is to endure a Hell
Called Duracell® I might as well
I can never seem to ever get a break
They always take and take. It makes my heart ache
Chattan, you know your life's just not that bad
There's plenty of people out there who have it worse by far
You've got a job, you've got your friends, you've got your home and health
Now hurry up, it's time for work. Will you get in the car
You're right, Jack, I don't know what came over me
Just a fantasy, melancholy
But sometimes I can't help how I feel
I wish they were real. Chattan stop that spiel
Oh my lot in life is to endure a Hell
Called Duracell® I might as well
I can never seem to ever get a break
They always take and take. It makes my heart ache
