Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm.
Got one good leg 'cause the other went South.
Got a brand new crutch and a brand new mouth.
I got a sheriff's name branded where I should
have kept clean.
If you get too close you're going to know what I
mean.
And I know when I'm old the only runnin' gonna
come.
Away from lips and the fork of my tongue.
It only gets to me in times like these.
And times like these are getting to me.
Put your hand in the oven there's a heaven
inside.
It burns straight through but the devil don't
mind.
Because he takes what he wants and he finds what
you hide.
And it will buy you a place on the Lower East
Side.
I rolled a number last night and I walked in my
sleep.
I could feel all the nerves in the tips of my
teeth.
As they crumbled into dust and washed into the
sea.
Finally shut my mouth so I could hear myself
think.
It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
And times like these are getting to me.
