Valet Mini Mansions

You're planning to park cars
Hang your head on yourself
Revving up a go-getter maker,
Trust fund on your belt

And everybody's got big plans
Just don't count on yourself
You're bettin' to lose,
And you lose

A limousine driver,
I'd rather the tomb than the hearse
Doesn't look like I'm better because the feeling's only worse
Check your vitals, you're a dead man
You're dragging your name along through the dirt
It looks like it hurts

I never said I'd make it easy babe
Yeah, my heart's the man
(We can feel alone)
I never said I'd take it easy babe
I'm a working man
(We can feel alone)
Call your friends into a combination
(We can feel at home)
Well, I told you
In a world we left unknown
Well, I told you
And the love we kept alone
It's the beating of your mad heir