The Real Estate - Elliott Smith

Dogs eat dogs eat dogs

Move through

There’s rain inside the house

For our moods

But I don’t want to live here

Even if it’s all we’ve got

Mr. Big got an expectation

He thinks he thinks he’s my education

He said, «Don't you think

We could make a couple of G’s?»

Why don’t you go for yourself

And take what’s coming to you?

I didn’t want to go inside

It’s a burned out party

It’s killing my pride

Just want to live with her again

Can we do that?

Even if you can’t stand to

Sleep in the same bed

Mr. Big got an expectation

He thinks he thinks he’s my education

He said, «Don't you think

We could make a couple of G’s?»

Why don’t you go for yourself

And take what’s waiting for you?

Fetched the mail at a quarter 'til one

I think the mailman thinks I’m dumb

I think the mailman thinks me dumb