(Yell)
you only got one finger left, 
and it's pointin' at the door,
and your takin' for granted, 
what the Lord's laid on the floor,
so i'm picking up the pieces 
and i'm puttin' them up for sale,
i'll throw your meal ticket out the window, 
put your skeletons in jail
cause lord only knows 
it's gettin' late
your senses are gone, 
so don't you hesistate,
then give yourself a call, 
let your bottom dollars fall
throwin' your two bit cares 
down the drain.
invite me to the seven seas 
like some seasick man
you will do whatever you please 
and i'll do whatever i can
Titanic, fare thee well, 
my eyes are turning pink
don't call us when the new age 
gets old enough to drink
cause lord only knows 
it's getting late,
your senses are gone 
so don't you hesitate,
move on up the hill, 
there's nothing dead left to kill,
throwin' your two bit cares 
down the drain.
yeah...
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yow!
goin' back to houston, do the hot dog dance,
goin' back to houston, to get me some pants.