Well ceasing and desisting Was the order of the morning The order of the night Was chasing those money machines But he was fearful of the crossing And the calling of the coffin Cause the Arkansas side of the river runs a little bit deep And the Arkansas side of the river runs a little bit deep All the women make a living make a living undressing Never taught me much of nothing that I needed to know They left me with a cigarette burn and a dopamine dream When you're far too old for dying young But you're still too young to see That the fires are burning low On the kerosene Buzzards and the red tail and the gravel underfoot Singing of the jays knowing we were up to no good Sneaking down to High Street With a bottle and a rose Looking for the side of the night where they lay it down low Yeah looking for the side of the night where they lay it down low All the women make a living make a living undressing Never taught me much of nothing that I needed to know They left me with a cigarette burn and a dopamine dream When you're far too old for dying young But you're still too young to see That the fires are burning low On the kerosene All the women make a living make a living undressing Never taught me much of nothing that I needed to know They left me with a cigarette burn and a dopamine dream When you're far too old for dying young But you're still too young to see That the fires are burning low On the kerosene