When the literal closes you up
And you know you aint got enough
Make sure you got your golden cup
Cause the change your wishing for
Is gonna come, just hope you got the luck

There are only one too many roads to head down
Yes, everybody around here's got a voice in this town
The mayor said he'd be around yesterday afternoon
But people rarely listen to a man
Too obsessed with his own tune

If you make your way across the river styx
Remember to pack all of your fingers and licks
The animals roam and are sure to tinker
With whatever you got
Be it a hook, line and sinker

See you make do with what you've got
Or your home is bound to get a little hot
Love isn't a question, don't let'em cop
Your lady can leave you
Just like the rain does drop

And the seats in this place are ancient indeed
The tuning echo includes all but the obscene
Each yell and every soul churns as I hear the scream
And my shoulders bend as the top reaches the cream

My fading eyesight turns my head to the sky
Every word I've read or seen evolves into a lie
And what I wish for is not a piece of the pie
But a lone ledge where the shadow never reaches
Unhinged and left to my thoughts and dark rye