As every sun goes down
I get less and less impatient now
With every word I sing
I'm getting less and less of anything
And if you have to fall to pieces, fall to pieces
And if you've got to fall apart just fall apart
Things are spinning along
From Town to town with someone else's song
We're spinning out of control
And Highway One, they say, is full of holes
And if you have to fall to pieces, fall to pieces
And if you've got to fall apart just fall apart
The local rag says, "Appearing on Sunday"
Well that's news to me
Cause I'll be somewhere over Lake Inferior
Crammed in a stand by seat
The meek inherit nothing
And the nice guys don't get paid
If I had one good drop of poison
I'd be saved
The good guys finish second
And the meek just don't get paid
Give me one good drop of poison
And I'd be saved
Guess I'll just do what I'm told
You feed me anything and I'll be sold
Cause I could put up a fight
But I'd just be wronging someone else's right
The local rag says. "Appearing on Sunday"
Well that's news to me
Cause I'll be somewhere over Lake Inferior
Crammed in a stand-by seat
The meek inherit nothing
And the nice guy's don't get paid
If I had one good drop of poison
One god Drop of poison
If I had one good drop of poison I'd be saved