100% Cents

One hundred percent cents
Up under a debt fence
Up wondering dead tense
No slumber for then since
My rumbling head spins
With nothing but ten tenths
Incensed with cents…
I wonder whats next? Tents?
I’m humble but that’s bent
No trouble for them? Meh…
I’m stumbling stagnant
A struggle to have rent
I’m lucky I have them
My loving and last friends
But suddenly past tense
If only I had sense…
One hundred percent cents…
One hundred percent cents
Up under a debt fence
One hundred percent cents…
I wonder whats next? Tents?
I’m humble but that’s bent
One hundred percent cents…
I’m lucky I have them
My loving and last friends
One hundred percent cents…
But suddenly past tense
If only I had sense…
One hundred percent cents
I’m smothered and intense
That something is dead scent
It’s bludgeoned with lead dents
Would somebody have sense
And bloody my dense head?
I can sense the cents…
When it jingles in pants lint
With nothing but red cents
And a bundle of intent
Can’t grumble to invent
Or get dumped in quick sec
I’m stuck in shit mess
Where up is a big step
A puzzling thing yes
If only I had sense…
One hundred percent cents…
One hundred percent cents
Up under a debt fence
One hundred percent cents…
I wonder whats next? Tents?
I’m humble but that’s bent
One hundred percent cents…
I’m lucky I have them
My loving and last friends
One hundred percent cents…
But suddenly past tense
If only I had sense…