I think I'm falling out of favor. As you're waving goodbye. I'd like to see your timetable. I'm at the end of my line. I like the way your tracks lay down.
Sinners come, sinners go. Commit a crime, and you gotta lay low. I know it's true but it seems like such a shame. When you thought you had me that I had you again.
Staggering feet and bloodshot eyes. Two bit hustler in a king's disguise. Forty-five loaded, nowhere to go. Take me anywhere but I think you should know.