I did my time in the jail of your arms

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

I worry about a lot of things, but I don’t worry about achievements. I worry primarily about whether there are nightclubs in Heaven.

The ship is sinking The ship is sinking There's leak, there's a leak,in the boiler room The poor, the lame, the blind Who ore the ones that we kept in charge Killers, thieves, and lawyers God's Away, God's away God's away on Business

Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

when your down on your luck and you've lost all your dreams theres nothing like a campfire and a can of beans