Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
When we got to Boston, we knew we'd missed a turn
No one back in traffic school had told us
There are signs that can't be learnedGeography's too stubborn and people are too clear
So let's go find a road-side motel with a clerk who won't tell
Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons[Incomprehensible], we'll stay for years, and yearsRed and white for blood cells, red and white for wine
They could be the whole damn spectrum
If we'd all just let them, Lord, it's such a crimeWorking on an inch less waistband
In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town
Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
Everybody knows, everybody knows that it's inThe fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in
My fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in, my fix is inLet's go back to Boston, forget about the turn
Atlases and gas station attendants are none of our concernWe'll forge a little life, dear and double down our debts
And I guess it stands to reason
That the passing seasons will slowly dull regretsWorking on an inch less waistband
In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town
Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
Everybody knows, everybody knows that it's inThe fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in
The fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in, the fix is in
The fix is in, my fix is in, the fix is in, my fix is in
The fix is in, oh, the fix is inWorking on an inch less waistband
In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town
Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
Everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in