Give me a million and I will lose it allnGive me a soapbox, yeah, I’ll lather it up and take the fallnI don’t need no broken down cliché to state my casenBut give me a burned-out bar, a slide guitar, and a pocket full of spacennAnd it’s true what they saynIt’s getting more crazy every daynAnd this old track don’t take me back to dusty yesterdaynAnd it’s one for broken glassnYou’ll get your head out of your assnThis ain’t no time for a sweet goodbyenI’ll be better, better on the flynnShow me a bible, and I’ll show you a lienShow me a true love, lover, and I’ll show you the other guynShow me a preacher man, and I’ll show you a bumnYou’d give me paradise, but I’m here in the slumnnAnd it’s true what they saynIt’s getting more crazy every daynAnd this old track don’t take me back to dusty yesterdaynAnd it’s one for broken glassnYou’ll get your head out of your assnThis ain’t no time for a sweet goodbyenI’ll be better, better off on the flynnShow me a mailman, and I’ll show you an empty boxnTake me to Stonehenge, and I’ll show you just another pile of rocksnShow me a policeman, and I’ll show you a black man’s bloodnThey shot him for what he did not havenRight here in HollywoodnnAnd it’s true what they saynIt’s getting more crazy every daynAnd this old track don’t take me back to dusty yesterdaynAnd it’s one for broken glassnYou’ll get your head out of your assnThis ain’t no time for a sweet goodbyenI’ll be better, better on the fly