Tekster: Hotel Of The Laughing Tree. Old Dominion. Arts N' Economics.

I'm contagious, but I'm not outrageously mad.
I'm corrupted, I'm just sh-sh-sh-shaking off the bad things that make me crazy.
I'm alone, I'm safe from all your dollars and your cents.
My condolences, he's rolling science in your back pocket,
and now he's running from rain.

Don't you feel a bit over priced?
I'm sure you did it right from the start, I know you couldn't wait.

Am I the bright sound in your head room?
Am I that surrogate to your demand?
Am I the bread and wine to be?
Am I the hole in the dam?

I've got a wild card in my station.
She never sings for me..
She throws her bones in my direction, woe is me, woe is me..

Am I the dark cloud in your bed room?
Am I the corporate collateral scam?
Am I those cold hands 'round your throat?
Am I the hole in the dam?

Oh, I told you more than twice, this is how my heart is jumping when you say..
when you say..

Where does the money go?

Am I the bright sound in your head room?
Am I that surrogate to your demand?
Whoaa, get yourself educated,
Trade your castle for a King.

Am I the bright sound in your head room?
Am I that surrogate to your demand?
Am I the bread and wine to be?
Am I the hole in the dam?

(Where does the money go?)

(Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)