Ready for whatever, ready for the normnI just heard you on an old recordnSave it for her mother, save it for a priestnChatty Cathy hasn’t spoke for weeksnGoing up, tumble down, I appreciate the reach aroundnnHold my machine, gasoline, my machinennBetter for the never, better for the beatnI just heard an old man’s back creaknSave it for the devil, save it for the kingnLittle Miss No Name refuses to singnGoing up, tumble down, I appreciate the reach around nHold my machine, gasoline, my machine