I'm lining up a gang of women Before the Grand Collide And I'll show them up to this hotel room Where I have lain with them in mind I'll be drawing lines I'll be making graphs I'll do the math, it's true But now I finally see that all of that Won't do shit For you So I'm lining up a series of nights That I'll never see And I could tell you all about the time When I thought what great nights they'd be But I'd rather lead my girls to the spot Where I came to see That I had nothing to give them And they didn't have much for me For now I'll spend my nights in this room Looking at their faces on the wall You see, if I stay here hiding There'll be no-one to see me fall Get yer money, boy Get yer money, boy Get yer money, boy Get out alive!