| Lyric | Finish |
| How do you document real life | |
| Like fiction each day | |
| Blow my mind | |
| Eviction -- or pay | |
| How do you write a song | |
| Though they once sounded right and rare | |
| Where is the power | |
| And we're hungry and frozen | |
| How we gonna pay | |
| How we gonna pay | |
| We light candles | |
| When there's nothing to burn | |
| How can you generate heat | |
| And they're turning blue! | |
| With posters | |
| How we gonna pay | |
| How we gonna pay | |
| Don't screen, Maureen | |
| Your substitute production manager | |
| Don't change the subject Maureen | |
| You won't throw up | |
| The digital delay | |
| There may have been one teeny tiny spark | |
| How do you stay on your feet | |
| | Lyric | Finish |
| It's trick or treat | |
| Welcome back to town | |
| Everything's brown | |
| Where is he? | |
| How we gonna pay | |
| How we gonna pay | |
| Alison baby you sound sad | |
| Ever since our wedding I'm dirt They'll see | |
| The music ignites the night with passionate fire | |
| The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit | |
| Zoom in as they burn the past to the ground | |
| Hello? Maureen? | |
| Okay, all right, I'll go! | |
| When it keeps finding ways to get to your heart | |
| Till you're torn apart | |
| How can you connect in an age | |
| What binds the fabric together | |
| Draw a line in the sand | |
| Use your camera to spar | |
| When they act tough you call their bluff | |
| We're not gonna pay | |
| Last year's rent | |
| Next year's rent | |
| We're not gonna pay rent | |
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