Cashing In Songtext
von Dean Wareham

I used to think
We were on the brink
I could just watch my fortunes grow
I used to think
Our ship was coming in
I′m not selling out I'm cashing in

All of my chords were minor chords
No major six or B diminished
All my rewards are just rewards
I′m not selling out I'm cashing in

I can't follow anymore
I am running up the score
I′m not selling out i′m cashing in


Every game was a waiting game
Every fuck was a flying fuck
Every pause was a pregnant pause
I'm not selling out, I′m cashing in

I can't follow anymore
I am running up the score
I′m not selling out i'm cashing in

Maybe my dreams were childish dreams
Maybe my songs remain unfinished
Maybe my flights were flights of fancy
I′m not selling out I'm cashing in

I can't follow anymore
I am settling the score
I′m not selling out i′m cashing in