Shared a cigarette for breakfast
Shared an airplane ride for lunch
Sitting in between a ghost and a walking bowl of punch
Can you play a little hun
I'll predict we'll have a drink
Lost my money on a first hand
Got burned on a big fat king
And your ears just wanna ring
And your eyes just wanna close
Nothing changing I suppose
It's too late to turn back
It's too late to turn back
Look out for you'll catch cold
But at least he's going home
Sittin' like a back woods junky
Look at that funny monkey
And your silver turns to rust
And your second hand close
It's too late to turn back
It's too late to turn back
Shared a cigarette for breakfast
Shared a pack of lies for lunch
Bringing in the next little bunch
When you owe me on a hunch
And your eyes just wanna close
There's nothing changing I suppose
Well it's too late to turn back
Well it's too late to turn back