Lyrics:

Dear Diane today was worse
call a reverend and a hearse
Wrap the rope around my neck
cause someone stacked the deck
And now the man at station says 'Your ticket ain't good anymore'
Said the man at the station 'son your ticket ain't good anymore'

Foursquare church and gin at lunch
Keeps my head in the clouds
The teacher slapped my wrist today
She said I talk too loud
Well fuck that

And now the man at station says 'Your ticket ain't good anymore'
Said the man at the station 'son your ticket ain't good anymore'

Well dear Diane today was even worse
I want you to call a reverend and a hearse
And wrap that rope right around my neck
cause someone stacked the deck

And now the man at station says 'Your ticket ain't good anymore'
Said the man at the station 'son your ticket ain't good anymore'
Said the man at the station 'son your ticket ain't good anymore'