People come on, it's all in your charm Forget about the things you do A world of harm at the length of your arm Every crime depends on you Hello, buckle the bible, I'm ready to roll Here we go, but I'm not an angel like you I've fallen with a (soundft baum?) in your arm Do you break or do you tango? Will you grow a beard, hang around and talk queer, Or join us on our way to Mexico? Don't you know, do what you do, you know I need you so Let me go, whatever you're up to on your own Cause I sold your car and your fucking guitar And this is how I look when I'm in trouble Back from Florida alive They put me in the chair and I survived Back from Florida alive They put me in the chair and I survived