We move on, man I would like to gamblenI came with my poor four eyesnCrawling weakly warning my favorite comb and lie herenUnder my bed or deep under my fingersnnWell on my hands and knees in times of whiningnWea night, it's only when we civilize that wormnFor vagrant times we need itnWhat secret of your knowing is the beginningnnWHOA!!!nFine chance to be home, belive me, believe itnThis widow's nest is growing coldnSet sail and hide your head annWalk the line your going home (2x)nnWait Wait Wait WaitnnFine chance to be home, belive me, believe itnThis widow's nest is growing coldnSet sail and hide your head annWalk the line your going home (2x)