Staring straight up right into the sun Fading three to the side and your coats undone Burning mattress and a burin' bed Burnt yourself up through that hole in your head Smooth your lip if you go downtown Or you'll get yourself conked when the chilly comes down When the chilly comes down Too many bridges on the dotted line Down to the border for the very last time Your house of cards by the side of the road Down in the gully where the wind don't blow Let it blow let it blow let it blow You know it's comin' and you don't feel well Any day anyway there's a better way (There's got to be a better way) Better way (There's got to be a better way) [ guitar ] You keep your monkey at the bottom of a well Chain on his neck and he looks like a hell You walk your poodle at the end of a leash Look out baby goin' to call the police Right away any day any day Any day any day You know it's comin' and you don't feel well... Better way (There's got to be a better way) Better way (There's got to be a better way)