Raise Your Hand If You Slept in Your Clothes

Well ol' night streets
You bought your scar from my way down and had my fortune told
And that green-eyed gypsy oh so shakes me
She says that the pain is what makes me whole
And I thought I could do right by you
Thought I could do some right by us both
I know, my love, I am so sorry. Sorry’s all the things I always owe
And I have grown so good at those
And you wanna be ethanol
At least some good thing
Who will not have a say
Wanna bet?
Once you’re a gin
You will be one of the ways
When I’m gone who will remember?
Oh, if that still November soul
When you look in the face and say, «You are not the man I met no more.»
Oh, when you look me in the face and say, «You are now not the man I met no
more.»
At least no fool’s no friend of yours
You just wanna be ethanol
At least some good thing
Who will not have a say
Wanna bet?
Once you’re a gin
You will be one of the ways