I tell tales tall as cliffs,
You've got a lisp,
Kid those things are hard to miss,

Like my cripple cough,
Or your weekends lost by the lake,
Well you say I needn't be afraid,

Of all those devils on the wall,
That make a fella small,
When he's feeling brave,

You take his wine away,
There are posters on the wall,
I swear I never saw,

And I've been up all night,
Up all night,


And you came well equipped,
With a gun on your hip,
And some poison on your lips,

But when we wake up,
In our make up,
We'll be clean,

And we won't have nowhere to be,
Oh but I can't talk to you,
The way I've wanted to,

I've been telling lies,
But I'll tell you the truth,
Oh I can't talk to you,

The way I've wanted to,
I've been telling lies,
But I'll tell you the truth,


Darlin' I'm tired
And I should be leavin'

Be leavin',
You know I'm tired
And I should be leavin'

Leavin', tonight

Darlin' I'm tired

And I should be leavin'
Be leavin',
You know I'm tired

And I should be leavin'
And you'll hang like the rest,
We'll leave the noose on,

The attorney's desk,
Take to the streets,
Chant like an old,

Mean doctor of this disease.