Song In The Key Of Chance Lyrics - Singles - Augie March

In the chest of a dealer hammers 

And smelts a foul charge 

As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony 

And metes her an unholy barrage 

(O, the living is hard) 

Of a rank Summer Saturday here 

Drunk on domestic beer 

The burnt English girls bray like mares 

The men leer like snakes 

O, there's no faith in this article, baby 

No truth and no lie, lie, lie, lie 

I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me 

It wasn't for me to ask why 

But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye 

Some people weren't born to dance 

While others are halted mid-step to the beat 

Of a song in the key of chance 

Make one sickening body 

Born of a base urge and a high mind 

And make it swing like a witch 

Wealthy young men, hale tall timber 

Who dally in the Spring time then steady in the Winter 

While over the river, with needles for teeth 

The spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief 

Take to drink and drown, drown 

O, the stories I love and the stories I hate 

The city horses are tired, give them something to drink 

Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders 

And the iron from their feet 

At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the street 

Is a look when you look, look, look 

Look into somebody's eyes and you meet 

Is a look when you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes 

And you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile 

There's no faith in this article baby 

No truth and lie, lie, lie, lie 

I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me 

It wasn't for me to ask why 

But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye 

Some people weren't born to dance 

While others are halted mid-step to the beat 

Of a song in the key of chance