End O' The Line

(álbum: Dress Me Slowly - 2001)

I'm sweating bullets for breakfast
Slipping outta my range
Another night on a meathook
Just trying 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
'Cause heads an' tails it's a night on
We'll be there till 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 you're waiting for luck
To come and touch you up
You better wear yourself a good-looking suit
Don't you come around asking
'Cause I ain't got an answering mind
I'm gonna get real damn familiar
With something with ice

So set us on up in the corner
And throw over that bottle 'o wine
'Cause heads and tails it's a night on
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
Don't expect us now to understand
Or trust in the way that it feels
Chasing up the coins into the ocean
And chopping up the carriages to fight the locomotion all right

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 ain't no fucking exam)