ramshackle

You've been so long;

your blind eyes are gone,

your old bones are on their own.

So take off your coat,

put a song in your throat,

let the dead-beats pound all around.

We will go

nowhere we know,

we don't have to talk at all.

Hand me downs,

flypaper towns

stuck together

one and all.

The bargains you drive,

buckets and bags,

and all your belongings.

Your train's in the sand;

Ramshackle land.

Let the rats watch the races.

We will go

nowhere we know

til we find our one and all.

Hand me downs,

flypaper towns

stuck together

one and all.

Praises get spent,

your trick face is bent;

pigsties and prizes.

'Cause there's no kind of 'well' -

You're suiting yourself.

You leave yourself behind.

We will go

nowhere we know

til we find our one and all.

Your hand me downs,

flypaper towns

stuck together

one and all.