So take your time dear, you've got a dozen wives here
They've got a sweet, and low down hole on the ground
You said you know your roll, and you're counting up
But don't you try to run with scotch-tape on your eyelids
Darling, you've got a long, long way to run
But now we've found your greatest son
And he's trying to be okay
Trying to be okay
Don't try it now, for forty-two is on the ground
You've got your family tied in ropes, and please
Your father's trying to choke you on the backyard
Don't make a sound when you need me
Oh, we'll be underground
When I hear you running close to home
You've got the papers on your throne
And now you're needing it
Don't try me
I've got a long, long way to run
Now, don't try me
I've got a long, long way to run
Now, don't try me
And all the time you've run
You've got the holy Christ undone
His blood spills on your lawn
And you're trying to stop it all from crashing