Old Suitcase

I been working in the bush for what seems like a year
It's barely been a month or more
Job went bust and I woke up drunk
On a cheap hotel room floor
Bars on the window and a needle in the sink
Don't want to think about the things that went down
Everyone I trusted's either dead or getting busted
What the hell do I do now?

I'm gonna stuff myself into an old suitcase
Hitch a ride on a Lincoln Bus
Ride the river to the Palace of Sin (Walk the valley of the Shadow of Death)
It's the only place I know I can trust (Find a place where I can shake off the dust)
I got everything I need in my old overcoat
I'm a one-man traveling show
Ain't got no money - but I'm richer than you'll ever know

The city's full of liars, killers and thieves
Wearing badges and expensive suits
I'd rather take my chances with the carnival tramps
At least we got the same kind of boots
I tried all different kinds of living
From the penthouse to the shopping cart
You can pray for your breakfast, steal for your lunch
Or burn it down and make a new start

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Got me a bottle and a half-pack of smokes
A low bridge where it's dry underneath
Rain's coming down and it ain't what I asked for
But maybe it's all that I need
There's a woman in the wings down at Old Mr. Nick's
She runs the Theatre of Broken Hearts
I left her once and she left me twice
But I'm betting that the fourth time's the charm

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