Things I know about you and know so well
Lying on the floor with a hole in my face
Lookin' at me with your eyes full of fire
Like you'd rather be seein' me dead
Rollin' on and doin' fine, now what do you think I see?
Hey, don't try to tell me just who I am
And watch your body burn
Like you'd rather be seein' me dead
I won't leave here till I sing this song
With your mind home on the shelf
That boney hand comes a beckonin', buddy come and go with me
Spend half your time running out on the street
Rollin' on won't be long
Spend half your time running out on the street
You can leave me here, but I won't tell
To get you 'round the turn
And don't try to tell me just who I am
With your mind home on the shelf
Lookin' at me with your eyes full of fire
The way you smile at me, try to set me free
When you don't know yourself
Lie on your back in the middle of a field
When you don't know yourself
That engine just ain't strong enough
Lying on the floor with a hole in my face
And keep me wondering what the future will be
And a ten gauge shotgun at my head
