I'm not singing about April showers   I'm not singing about the rain   They're going to stick my name in the papers   I send them all away      I want to sing about ball and chains   And ride the mystery train   I wrote the horror of John Paul Getty   Sold that man for free      You sucker   You're going to limp down to that scene   Face this, sucker   You're going to trip and miss that seat   You sucker aren't safe sucker      I'm going to set my place in the mountains   I'm going to wear it out of phase   I want to sing about the kinds of people   That others want erased   Some of us think and some of us pray      Not you, sucker   You just seat and reap   You sucker   You're going to trip and miss that seat   Sucker, sucker      You, you want to seek   You're going to trip and miss that seat   We, we're going to fish   We're going to make you eat that meat      She's going to suffer   Mensch is going to suffer   We all are going to suffer   The people here are going to suffer      The whole damn place will suffer   Whilst you just reap that fuck up   Break, break, break, break, sucker   You suffer sucker, sucker, sucker