Plays you like a fiddle. Shakes you like a rattle. Takes away your gun. And sends you into battle. Huffs and it puffs. 'Til it blows your house down. And you don't know your heart.
Woke up on the wrong side of rock bottom. Throw a lot of pennies in a well. That done run dry. Light up and smoke 'em if you have 'em. But you just ain't got 'em.
Standing in line at the grocery. A bunch of magazines are looking back at me. They got a Bigfoot Elvis and a UFO. . Well it's on TV so it must be so. We wanna believe we take the bait.