Alpha Desperation March

I'm coming in
 Try to stop me
 Push furniture in front of the door
 It only gives me something to push against
 In the full heat of the summer's day
 You're telling me to go away
 But you owe me eight thousand dollars
 And I could use it
 I'm only getting stronger
 You may have noticed
 But a head full of memories
 Propels me ever forward
 And in the living room
 I don't see where you are
 But the back door's locked
 So you can't have gone far
 And eight thousand dollars is a whole lot of money
 And I could use it
 Could be that it's my imagination
 But I think I hear you now
 So come out, come out
 Wherever you are
 Ollie ollie ollie ollie ollie ollie oxen free
 See, I'm perfectly aware
 Of where our love stands
 But the plain fact is that you owe me eight grand
 If it helps to jog your memory
 I lent it to you one Tuesday
 When we were drinking