Lyrics:

I'm 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 it's a night on

We'll 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 you're waiting for luck

To come and touch you up

You better wear yourself a good-lookin' suit

Don't you come around asking

Coz I ain't got an answerin' 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

Coz 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

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 ain't no fuckin' exam)