Other People’s Money

Paint's chippin' off of my wife's wooden leg
She brought me a paintbrush and she pulled down the shades

She said, "would you take a good look honey
Into my eyes, I think it's kind of funny
My head is full of other people's money
Make time to sail
I'll make a million and send you somethin' in the mail"

Ooh, it's a farewell all the same
Ooh, as the faucet fills the drain, yeah, yeah, yeah

Paint's chippin' off of my wife's station wagon
Sittin' in the front yard like an old decrepit cow

It howls at the moon in Summer
It makes its way on a pilgrimage
Through the streets, back-ways and alleys, to where the river flows
Yeah, take your car and leave it out there where the peaches grow

Ooh, it's a farewell all the same
Ooh, as the faucet fills the drain, yeah, yeah, yeah

The country is a coiled wire
Hammered into the back of the fire
How you handle all of your desires
It will plainly show

"If you take a good look honey
Into my eyes, I think it's kind of funny
My head is full of other people's money
Make time to sail
I'll make a million and send you somethin' in the mail"

Ooh, it's a farewell all the same
Ooh, as the fire falls down like rain, yeah, yeah, yeah