velvety fabrics on the back of my neck   barter with the owner, see what i can get instead   if i come home again with beans   my mama won't love me anymore    last week i sold my mule for a magical feather   but it didn't help me fly   that's why, and you can see, I'm broking down.      sleep is for the tired, rest is for the weary   i've tried 256 times and i've given up   money's for the working cards are for the loved   flowers are for the dead, in the ground not up above      bags filled with department store fruit juice   a hundred eyes all aboard the L   dark compartments holding their secrets   from blind willie mctell      stained stale brains in satin hell   suitcase of cash down a wishing well   come to me, cause i need this now   don't care if it seems lowbrow, she said      get away, don't know you well   see you looking, can spot your tell   upside-down newspaper eye holes cut out   "come any closer man, i'm gonna fucking shout"      smog erupts, and the factory doors   blow wide open, we're talking gale force   knocks me down, onto my back   catch and release, she's set the trap, it's her fault      officer come on, was just fooling around   walking behind her 50 feet going stag   sure, there might've been binoculars in my bag   and 22 feet of rope, well that was my bad   the hunting knife i didn't think i had      so now I'm free in a jail for my mind   you won't have to worry about looking behind   it'll be a while till i get out for my crimes   so keep pretty we'll meet again in time      stained stale brain in concrete hell   one penny saved from a wishing well   drowning below, wanted out i could tell   a penny earned, one more thing you can sell