Feeling slim feeling old
   cause these words i haven't sold
   set it out
   say it clean and these bitter bitter leaves
   are blowing in
   bringing down this pretty useless town
   it's a useless town
  
   don't want to try
   don't want to listen now
   i'd like to change you
   i'd like to change you but lift you higher
  
   cause there's no
   higher ground
   there's too much trouble here
   i wish these days would leave this town
   and I have brittle bones
   i wear my shallow grin
   and spread my wickedness around
  
   quarter leg a quart of mace
   is a measure of my taste
   a taste of sin
   a taste of ill and these bitter bitter pills
   are flowing in
   this is all
   these relations on my wall
   they're on my floor
  
   don't want to turn
   don't want to turn on you
   i'd like to break him
   i'd like to break him but treat his bride
  
   but there's no
   higher ground
   there's too much trouble here
   i wish these days would leave this town
   and i have brittle bones
   i wear my shallow grin
   and spread my wickedness around