Not Our Bed

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Words and Music © Matthew Ebel Entertainment

All your kids were born sucking on a silver spork.
Growing up, all they ate was caviar and pork.
You thought you bought a castle
but your house is made of cork,
now it’s floating away.
We were hungry, yeah, but we never never took-
not a dime, not a penny, so we should be off the hook.
We cooked a lot of ramen
but we never cooked the books,
that just wasn’t our way.
That just wasn’t our way…

This is not our bed, we don’t have to lie.
Why do we keep getting pumped when your well runs dry?
Why are we always the shoulder when you have to cry?
Where were you when we
needed something to get by?

Now the piper’s come, who will pay the bill?
Your I.O.U. won’t do, so I guess your children will.
They’re nothing but collateral
security but still,
someone’s got to pay.
Wait a minute now, has a deal been struck?
No one asked our consent, so now I think we’re screwed.
Those of us with common sense seem to be your stroke of luck.
Why’s it always that way?
Why is it always that way?

We never starved, ourselves,
but we never took a meal from someone else.
Even when we’re stuck in hell
you’ll still have something to sell.
You’ll still have something to sell…