Im sweatin bullets for breakfast
Slipping outta my range
Another night on a meathook
Just tryin to pickle my brain
Why the hell are you running
And what are you standing for
A lightweight with the baggage
Slung out the door

So roll us on up in shrink-wrap
It sounds like a good place to hide
Coz heads an tails its a night on
Well be there til the end of the line

I asked out the back
To find a word in a cloud
Told me something that I already knew
Now if youre waiting for luck
To come and touch you up
You better wear yourself a good-lookin suit
Dont you come around asking
Coz I aint got an answerin mind
Im gonna get real damn familiar
With something with ice

So set us on up in the corner
And throw over that bottle o wine
Coz heads and tails its a night on
Well be there till the end of the line
Well be there till the end of the line
Well be there till the end of the line
Dont expect us now to understand
Or trust in the way that it feels
Chasin up the coins into the ocean
And choppin up the carriages to fight the locomotion alright

I had a win in Kansas
A birthday in North Albany
The most ungrateful tourist
You ever dragged an old friend to see

(Kick out the jams it aint no fuckin exam)