The lost weekend

baby, we all gotta go down baby, we all gotta go down well I'll be waiting for you there in my big old rockin chair singing baby we all gotta go down they say the devil's a fallen angel me I ain't so...

spiders speak, spiders tell lies spiders spin their webs until they die catch more with honey than wine thats how I caught a friend of mine gotta get down to the bone just got back from the midnight...

send me a postcard from far away I'll be home for the winter I just got to stay mama ran out my room pulled off the shades I wont be home to soon cause we're going to the everglades we're two brothers...

name is Sally, that's five foot 3 lives down the alley from my brother and me Sally's got class, Sally's got style Sally's got no money on Miracle Mile Sam the Snake play long's you gain keep's his...

took a ride on the 505 woke up in Fresno, serious dive shes got one eye the way talking dirty that's nice oh bill, lives on the hill hes got twentyfive viles and a coup de ville likes to hang down way...

I was feeling very sad and so low I went looking for some liquid sympathy wait and found some bones down at the deep hole and the bastards waiting called the cops on me I figure somewhere in the world...