The Seven-Armed Bandit
[Chorus]
My package never left the station
It never works out the way it should
I wish that I had been born on November, 8th
1927
My life in eternal transit
And my friend in nocturnal emission
My hand-in-hand wherever I please
[Bridge]
Wow, mercy
Mercy raining down on me
Mercy raining down on me
For the rest of my days
Mercy
Mercy raining down on me
Mercy raining down on me
For the rest of my days
[Chorus]
My package never left the station
It never works out the way it should
I wish that I had been born on November, 8th
1927
My package never left the station
My package never left the station
My hand-in-hand wherever I please (My package, my package)