

(mhhmmm) I changed my name and crossed the state line.
Bought a new suit and learned to act fine But the mirror
knows what I try to hide.
There is no place left for me to slide.
The bill is coming due.
You can’t outrun what is true.
The debt is high.
The bill is coming due.
(yeah, it's due)
Found a quiet house on a dead-end road.
Thought I dropped that heavy old load.
Then a black sedan pulled up to the gate.
I realized then it was far too
late.
The bill is coming due.
You can’t outrun what is true.
The debt is high.
The bill is coming due.
I burned the maps and buried the keys.
Now I am down here on my knees.
The ghosts are knocking at the front door.
I cannot keep them out anymore.
The bill is coming due.
You can’t outrun what is true.
The debt is high.
The bill is coming due.
(no way out)
(coming due...) (no place to slide...)