Staring straight up right into the sun
Fading three to the side and your coats undone
Burning mattress and a burin' bed
Burnt yourself up through that hole in your head
Smooth your lip if you go downtown
Or you'll get yourself conked when the chilly comes down
When the chilly comes down
Too many bridges on the dotted line
Down to the border for the very last time
Your house of cards by the side of the road
Down in the gully where the wind don't blow
Let it blow let it blow let it blow
You know it's comin' and you don't feel well
Any day anyway there's a better way
(There's got to be a better way)
Better way
(There's got to be a better way)
You keep your monkey at the bottom of a well
Chain on his neck and he looks like a hell
You walk your poodle at the end of a leash
Look out baby goin' to call the police
Right away any day any day
Any day any day
You know it's comin' and you don't feel well...
Better way
(There's got to be a better way)
Better way
(There's got to be a better way)