The season has come

When nothing gets done

Save copycat killin'



Away from windows

asleep on the floor

The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard



And by the way

And by the way

I'm . . .

(And) by the way

(And) by the way

I'm almost moving breakneck speed



Good news is no news

The whole things comes down

To character murder



Cattle are driven

To market or prison

Hindsight a genius lost in the blood



And by the way

And by the way

I'm . . .

(And) by the way

(And) by the way

I'm almost moving breakneck speed



Tip my hat

And then I'm good as gone

I'm good and ready

Beside myself - breakneck speed



Stretch my reach

You know I'd steal the shoes

Right off a dead man's feet

Beside myself - breakneck speed