Over The Cliff-Old 97's

Words and Music by Jon Langford Well I worked hard and I got lots of money Well I tried hard but I don't wanna stay Yeah I've seen too much trouble, I felt too much pressure bubble I knew there had to be a better way I wouldn't hide if you thought I was worth it You'd smack me down when I misbehave But everybody knows that I've got flunkies here in tow To clean up all the messes that I've made CHORUS: I'm going over the cliff I'm going over the cliff And it's hard to tell if life is a burden or a gift Yeah I'm going over the cliff Forgive me or forget me everybody Well I guess I always had this honest streak Yeah I'm sick of all the yawning, the bitching, and the bawling I'm sick of feeling powerless and weak Please don't call me cool just call me "asshole" 'Cause I will be a beggar not a king And the devil don't care if you're a fish or your're a stick (chip) Yeah I'm going over the cliff CHORUS Well in New York and L.A. they're sending faxes So the company can wash its hands of this Yeah there was no one there to look after me or care Well I'm going over the cliff I'm going over the cliff I'm going over the cliff Yeah success on someone else's terms don't mean a fucking thing I'm going over the cliff That's right, success on someone else's terms don't mean a fucking thing I'm going over the cliff I'm going over the cliff I'm going over the cliff