MARK
If I threw my body out the window
Brain all splattered guts all steaming in the snow
I wouldn't have to finish shooting films
That no one wants to show
Rent!

ROGER
If I studied something that paid a salary
Wouldn't have to do the shit I do for cash
My guts all steaming, fuck this dreaming
Speed, metal rocks, songs for the trash

MARK
The wheels aren't turning

ROGER
It's worthy of burning

MARK & ROGER
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
Last month's rent

ROGER
If I took a hammer, tapped my forehead
Wouldn't have to wake and stagger through the week
Or hear a boring, grinning, whoring, brainless, dull producer speak
Rent!
MARK

If I slid the bars back
Hurled my body through the cracked glass
On some crack-head's cardboard bed
Maureen could kick my frozen frame
Shout my name, and then drop dead

ROGER
She's got a new man?
What's his name?

MARK
Joanne

MARK & ROGER
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
How we gonna pay
Last month's rent