Old lion’s dying, got left behind
Cut your teeth, lose your meat
And man it’s just a matter of time
Key’s to the cuffs, you might be king
That’s it, that’s all, that’s everything
Skeletons come here to dance
Where barrooms beat their brothers
Into a bloody trance
What’s the deal? what did I do?
Who cops all the cops is all I asked of you
Chorus
lining up, waiting on the trickle down
something’s up, taking time to get around
belly up, all the drinks are on the crown
it’s just a matter of trickle down
Twenty miles before the crash
That’s the style for a while
And man I think it’s gonna last
«hit the breaks» is all you can say
Conductor says we’ll save them
For another rainy day
Chorus