Here there is no revelry The sadness needs no leavening So loose your boots and sit yourself down Deep inside the water tank Over by the riverbank There I saw my little girl drown Call it a detour Ugly and impure Save yourself Where is the life line Here on the highline Save yourself I came back here at 24 My friends all say what you're doing this for Well my father died and pa**ed this sh** to me Rub my hands in turpentine My prospect's now being undermined With bankers knocking daily at my door Call it a detour Ugly and impure Save yourself Where is the life line Here on the highline Save yourself Lost inside the peloton With the Jerry Lewis telethon Ticking soft till I fall fast asleep Slipped away with candlelight Leather chaps and cattle drives This is not the life I meant to lead Call it a detour Ugly and impure Save yourself But where is the life line Here on the highline Save yourself Save yourself