Everyone knows you’re a desperate man
Everyone knows you're a desperate man
It's your only real quality
Everyone says that without desperation you'd get on their fucking tits, yeah
Everyone knows you're a desperate man
It's a blessing of sorts if a blessing can then paralyse you
It apparently can
'Cause everyone knows you're a desperate man
Everyone knows you're a desperate man
Everyone knows you're desperate man
They take bets on the chances of finding you dead
And the stakes have increased to include several high-value cars, yeah
Everyone knows you're a desperate man
It's a way to win friends if those friends are not easily subdued
They've got rubbery necks
'Cause everyone knows you're a desperate man
Everyone knows you're a desperate man
Ho-ho
Merry Christmas
Did you hear the breaking glass?
No? (No?)
Then maybe you could have pulled a drink or two
Out of the rotation
I said to myself
As I mourned afternoons
But those dustbowls
Won't dust themselves
