The clothesline of cold eyes
Is washing away the face before
Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone

You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day
This dying' day


All over a bowl of bitter beans

And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon misthanging' over me

And now, I want that rocking chair outta there
Cause he's no longer living here
It's no longer needed here


All over a bowl of bitter beans


And I got a corner store and that's all the more
For me to praise upon the holidays
And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight

And make you all go away,
I'll make you all go all go away


And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away
And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away