Excess in My Town

Take out a loan if you need another fresh bite
 A bit more sugar and it might even taste nice
 A golden egg and a wet wipe
 Wait by the way and I'll pick you up at morning light
 You're trying to tell you and you know that you've got every right
 Never found a reason except to lend a hand to tired eyes
 A hungry hand looks up to compliment you on your tie
 Holds out a hand and asks for help as you just walk on by
 Maybe you'd see him if you didn't tie it up so tight
 I'm trying to tell you that you're working for a glass lie
 Childhood agrees but obligation tells you otherwise
 Take all your money buy some string and make a paper kite
 Alright
 Take out a loan if you need another fresh bite
 A bit more sugar and it might even taste nice
 A golden egg and a wet wipe