They could be the whole damn spectrum
Working on an inch less waistband
Working on an inch less waistband
In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town
In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town
So let's go find a road-side motel with a clerk who won't tell
My fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in, my fix is in
The fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in
[Incomprehensible], we'll stay for years, and years
That the passing seasons will slowly dull regrets
And I guess it stands to reason
Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons
Everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in
The fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in
There are signs that can't be learned
The fix is in, oh, the fix is in
Everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in
We'll forge a little life, dear and double down our debts
If we'd all just let them, Lord, it's such a crime
The fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in
Working on an inch less waistband
Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
Let's go back to Boston, forget about the turn
The fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in, the fix is in
Geography's too stubborn and people are too clear
Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
Atlases and gas station attendants are none of our concern
In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town
Red and white for blood cells, red and white for wine
