That bill you were seeing
Back in 72
Somebody hotel room and bath water in your shoes
Were you into your catholic thing then or some other still?
Were you both holding up practicing voodoo?
Milk of the youth
Don't look back, milk of the youth
Stay in the middle of the night With your covers pulled up tight
It's gonna come to you
That business partner you took for every rate cent
You can't even remember now where all of that money went
The summer liquor and women
and maybe a little ranch
This farce painted back by the UA,
baby,
damn And it'll come to you
Don't look back,
it'll come to you Yeah,
in the middle of the night
With your covers pulled up tight It's gonna come to you
And they'll all be standing around there in your sleep
Asking for a promise you couldn't keep
Cause back when you were hollow inside
Try to puff
yourself up with your own
foolish pride
Now you're happily married You got a wife and kids of your own
Eyes in the closet at night you can hear them rattling bones
Taking bets on your future and your current postal zone
It's a spooky equation but check yourself,
Jack You're in a great anon,
it'll come to you
Don't look back, it'll come to you
Stay in the middle of the night With your covers pulled up tight