Paid all my money, and what did I get? - Left here to smoulder like some cigarette,
I smoked every pack of lies made yet,
I never read that little warning that said I'd be an eternal soul with an eternal crave,
Cashed every premium for this flip-top grave when I locked my heart and threw away the key,
Now, I'm left with nothing...nothing but me.
(Somebody's been tampering with your supplies, Dave?)
(Somebody had their hand in my pocket.)
(Welcome to the most professional show in Dayton tonight.)
