Alpha Desperation March
by The Mountain Goats
I'm coming in
Try to stop me
Push furniture in front of the door
It only gives me something to push against
In the full heat of the summer's day
You're telling me to go away
But you owe me eight thousand dollars
And I could use it
I'm only getting stronger
You may have noticed
But a head full of memories propels me ever forward
And in the living room I don't see where you are
But the back door's open so you can't have gone far
And eight thousand dollars is a whole lotta money
And I could use it
Could be that it's my imagination
But I think I hear you now
So come out come out wherever you are
Ollie ollie ollie ollie ollie oxen-freeeee
See I'm perfectly aware of where our love stands
But the plain fact is that you owe me eight grand
If it helps to jog your memory
I lent it to you one Tuesday when we were drinking
Ha, Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha, A-ha