Hours Eastly - The Shakedown lyrics

Lay it down on the eight track Picket fence Gra** grows green But the money's pretty thin around here Always wonder if you're coming home Don't know, never mind Never want to see you with him around here It's a shakedown Came in heavy and I don't play anyhow It's a shakedown Get the goddamn money out Days fly south with the birds now Get the word out Drop a kite and you wont wake up again Take the back streets Bend the corner, slow down Pull your piece out Make the bricks kick up again Put your name on a postcard Girl you are so far Eight bars Whistle in the prison yard See the moon in the night sky Rhythm of the high tide Fire fly Try to keep your eyes dry