Well i owe my drug dealer 700 bucks
And the bar who*es say i spread herpes around/
And im too much of a loser to own a car
But I need to get the f** up out of town
Roaring squalling the great abyss is calling
Our hearts this hound is hauling, our wayward souls to weigh
Hermes, Poseidon . we crawl on the horizon
This 10 ton mule, this ship of fools. the greyhound bus and I
Hear an old mans yelling, "who has stole my cigarettes?"
As a prison parolee winces in pain
When a screaming teenage mothers crying louder than her kid
If there is a next time, next time Ill take a train
As the morning sun vanquishes this horrid night
And the wheels through purgatory finally cease
The doors open and i see a pretty girl, shes standing there
My pain, my ball and chain finally release