Fomula Cola, Dollar Draft

There was a time when I didn't talk
 I'd look away or I'd shrug it off
 Tune it out or turn it off
 Or say something short and soft
 Out of school, I took a J O B
 Making buttons in a factory
 Thinking what has life got in for me
 And I didn't wanna know
 In a city full of double deals
 My boss would yawn
 And roll back on his heels
 As if anyone could cop a feel
 Of lady luck
 I was made with my brother Bill
 Drinking Moskie Moons
 On top of Laurel Hill
 Funny now I'd cheek a poison pill
 To sober up
 And no two bit claim that I'm alright
 Is gonna turn it around and make it right
 So I'm reaching in my pocket for a light
 And I'm standing on the corner
 On a Saturday night
 I've seen pigeons flap their filthy wings
 To a freezing sunset in the west
 Rain shit down from their haunted perch
 Above the bells of St. Someone's church
 The sexton drinks and dreams in bed
 One eye in a line of light
 Startled by a ghost he screams
 His dead wife's name into the night
 Which echoes down a cobbled hall
 Bounces off a gray stone floor
 Fired down a line of stairs
 Where it's silenced by a door
 Beyond which I am leaning, leaning
 Watching cars and dreaming
 As steam rose 'round my body
 Like my soul up to the stars
 I guess the devil's had his way with the town
 Now that Willie is in the ground
 And I guess the devil made me this
 When he gave me knowing I can't resist
 I got the bill today
 Wrote back, I moved away
 They called me up to say
 They know that I'm still here
 On the fifth day of the fifth month
 At five o'clock in the dawn
 I rolled myself in a T O P
 And jumped out on Highway One
 With a 400 engine hot as a cremation coffin
 And a tailgate banging like an airplane wing
 I was rolling down the highway, doing it my way
 Whistling someday and singing this song