Nineteen ninety two The year I was born to you You said everything would be fine Fast forward to 2009 The year I signed on a dotted line for a credit card Freedom in my mind School never taught about compound interest And 16% seemed fine So now I got Ten Thousand reasons To call it enough Ten Thousand reasons That debt's fucked So fucked I got no excuses, illusions in my mind It's a broken system but the fault was all mine Frivolous purchases all to feel some serotonin But all It bought was deep regret and a hole to throw my hope in Somehow I still got good credit Borrowing at subprime So now I got Ten Thousand reasons To call it enough Ten Thousand reasons That debt's fucked So fucked Should have never had to learn this way Now we're slugging it out and servicing debt For the rest of our days Ten Thousand reasons To call it enough Ten Thousand reasons That debt's fucked So fucked