Take my money I don't work that hard

I fall asleep in the beating heart

Of a dying breed peddling some lost art

Watch it fade watch it fall apart

You let me go on &on

In the tall grass of a con

The prestige of some evil spawn

Well I guess that's yours to settle on

There ain't nothing to it babe

We can roll around in the disarray

In the final act of the good ole days

Oooooh

What you're holding so close calls you by name

What you thought was enough now seems insane

If we stand out in some wild city street

Dodging every car every thief &disease

Catching tiny crumbs in the heartless breeze

Say we're tough as nails say we're both naive

You let me fill every room

Wax poetic &presume

Your principles ripen into

A fragile tomb watch it split in two

What you do and you say sustain harmony

What you thought was enough well it works for me

There ain't nothing to it babe

We can roll around in the disarray

In the final act of the good ole days

In the final act of the good ole days

Oooooh

Oooooh

Oooooh

Oooooh