Up on a plane for a thousand years   The young and plain take it out of me   The more you sell it off the more you get it back at night   The edge keeps falling all apart    And we can't keep guessing who's pardoning it   Us or them, or then we're always off already, gone already      Bet it all on me   We live off of crumbs and the soda machine   Set a, set a, you set a line    You set a line and grow old      So bet it all on me   We live off of crumbs and the soda machine   Set a, set a, you set a line    You set a line and grow old      Would you rather be sick    Would you rather be stuck in a line   Would you rather be a trick taking cues from a pig   And every thirty seconds there's another up for bids   Or would rather just hide   Would you rather be left behind      I know it's a drag, it gets harder than that   You can see it in their faces   You can see it in their act      So bet it all on me   We live off of crumbs and the soda machine   Set a, set a, you set a line    You set a line and grow old      So bet it all on me   We live off of crumbs and the soda machine   Set a, set a, you set a line    You set a line and grow old