My life reads like the classifieds   Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block   Attention bidders, it's line 45   He's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile      Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet   He writes good story lines, he's got those honest eyes   So take him home for just 9.95   He'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night, at night      Back, back, back, back   Back, back, back, back      Back down, cash out, that's the city for you   Break down, back out and get what's coming to you   When you said you were falling apart   I thought you meant that you were falling apart      I'm not the type to forget about nights like this   Where every single move that I make   Is documented and scored for style points   The once ambitious one now holds the smoking gun      And if I die in my sleep are you still willing   To be everything you promised you would be?   (Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back )      Back down, cash out, that's the city for you   Break down, back out and get what's coming to you   When you said you were falling apart   I thought you meant that you were falling apart      Will you be the first one to tell   The neighborhood paper and all my family   And friends that still care? Did you buy what I sold?   And did you feel what I told you? I hope you still do      Will you promise yourself that this isn't all we've got?      Back down, cash out, that's the city for you   Break down, back out and get what's coming to you   When you said you were falling apart   I thought you meant that you were falling apart      Back down, cash out, that's the city for you   Break down, back out and get what's coming to you   When you said you were falling apart   I thought you meant that you were falling apart