Do you hear that whistle wail?. I think the end is comin' in. I'm a whole lot worse for wear. But I'm determined to slip this skin. . And I know you're dyin' for a good time.
Pour yourself a drink. I'll sing you a song. Don't worry about the money, honey. I got a tab a mile long. Bathe me up in light. Call me when you drown.
I drive this car through the city every night. There's a quiet I never heard before. And lonely, my sister could not describe. All the good things gone wrong.