Sippin’ up a tin can
Bit of a wasted while
Never put in too much effort, no
When his days let go

Sniffin’ anything just to get him taste
He tried it, he couldn’t
Kick that old malaise
From his golden days
Feelings fade

Drippin’ off a thin, thin, thin
Thin as it gets
A line of a woman
Just to keep his toes
Underneath his nose
She lets go

You’re the wrong guy, Magpie
Haven’t you a good point
The strip joints still having you

We ain’t gonna get you outta here
No, we ain’t gonna get you outta here
Which you’re fond of saying

I know that you’re down as ever though
Oh, I know that you’re down as ever though
And you want it baby

Rippin’ on a six speed
Wind in the face
He’s wild and he’s looking
To that open sky
For some life inside
He’s so tried

You’re the wrong guy, Magpie
Haven’t you a good point
The strip joints still having you

We ain’t gonna get you outta here
No, we ain’t gonna get you outta here
Which you’re fond of saying

I know that you’re down as ever though
Oh, I know that you’re down as ever though
And you want it baby

We ain’t gonna get you outta here
No, we ain’t gonna get you outta here
Which you’re fond of saying

I know that you’re down as ever though
Oh, I know that you’re down as ever though
And you want it baby