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Albums:

Credit To The Edit V.1 (Greg Wilson) · Credit to the Edit, Vol. 1 (Greg Wilson) · Get It on Credit [Bonus Tracks] (Toronto) · Get It on Credit (Toronto) · Credit in Heaven (The Suburbs) · Credit to the Edit, Vol. 2 (Greg Wilson)


The moment I was born I opened my eyes
I reached out for my credit card
I know I never did my own suit
Capital it fails us now come and let us
"Credit"
As performed by
Tower of Power
{ Bass guitar intro }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Do
The moment I was born I opened my eyes
I reached out for my credit card
I know I never did my own suit
Capital it fails us now come and let us
You ought to get those kind of kisses patented
You'd make an awful lot of money

I'll get you covered by American Express
You won't go anywhere
(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
(D) - (A) - (E)

(A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall
But
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is
nothing pass you by.
Oh yeah, its what you show, if you're in a hurry I'll dress you slow.
Oh yeah, each night, nothing passes you by.
Your credit's good
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.
An' she doesn't like
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
gonna have to tow me away
Tow me away
'Cause I can't afford to drive

We're outta groceries again
Ain't got no money to spend
The credit card is
We all cried at the ending
We all stayed for the credits
And I kept my ticket as a souvenir

Found our way by the usher's light
To a place
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is
If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and
Molecules, frozen moments in time
I could be the archetype, a credit to the
Genotype, reprogram
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin'
grand
A credit to old Ireland
again, I didn't get the sign that said I should be up by ten
Gonna go down steady, gonna get my measure, I got credit with the medicine man

Shit I'm
won't get you through the mazes
You can never travel by the way you've come

I could never choose the ones to love
And the ones who took the credit
from the school of hard knocks yeah
Learned from the best all the tricks to get by
But I gotta give credit where credit is due
I wasn't born no fool
a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let
a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let
I'm surrounded (by)
All this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting
For my fuse to dry

Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be
So damn
I'm surrounded (by)
All this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting
For my fuse to dry

Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be
So damn
deadlines,
Killed by success
Here is life defined by standards,
Imprisoned by progress

we are all held captive
By the debt on our credit cards
What is left