Like some seasick man
Yea
So I'm pickin' up the pieces
Titanic, fare thee well
(Yaa)
To the House Of Dance
(Yaa)
(Yaa)
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
Gets old enough to drink
You move on up the hill but there's nothin' there left to kill
And it's pointin' at the door
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Just passin' through
Put your skeletons in jail
Throwin' your two bit cares down the drain
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Don't call us when the new age
Throw your meal ticket out the window
'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
And you're takin' for granted
And I'm puttin' them up for sale
Goin' back to Houston
And I'll do whatever I can
What the Lord's laid on the floor
You will do whatever you please
Invite me to the seven seas
Goin' back to Houston
'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
My eyes are turnin' pink
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
You only got one finger left
