Drop a Coin. A blind little girl sits at the Gates of Hell. Drop a coin into her cup and she will wish you well. Then it's so still when there's not much more to say. She can't see you go, but you know that you can't stay. Fix your necktie just once more to make sure you won't get turned away when that key turns in that door. Step into the light. Alea iacta est. You don't hear a sound except the singing of a choir.​

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The Right Pill. So I called you from Los Angeles. "I'm penniless, please send me a wire, cause the city lights and parking meters are telling me that my time's expired." Before a word the telephone gave me all the change I was due, because below your voice I thought I heard somebody else sighing for you. Yeah, you can walk upon the moon if you take the right pill, but pretty soon, man, you will know what is pain and how much you can swallow. I got pennies on my eyelids from the bennies that I couldn't keep down. I was splashing in the toilet water til the drummer beat the door down. They slapped me and they whacked me til the paramedics brought me around. Now the graffiti in the shitter is the only wisdom I believe now. Yeah, you can walk upon the moon if you take the right pill, but pretty soon, man, you will know what is pain and how much you can swallow. But when you finally get up there and walk upon the lightest air, you may finally know what it's like to be alone with nothing to hold you down.

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Falling Up. Who you are is over now. What you were can't be found. Did you deny the end, hold the hand of your friend, as the plane went down? Or did you scream and you cry, piss your pants while the sky made your last plans? You can't fall down any more (falling up, falling up, falling up). When it's time you will know what it's like letting go. Did you finally see how reality looked out your window? And did you look back as your reflection cracked in stereo? You can't fall down any more (falling up, falling up, falling up). Can you hear me right now from wherever you are?

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Eat Alone. You did not go too soon. Things got worse. There is no place for you here, and no nurse. "Why have you not eaten?" "I'm not hungry." "You're looking so much thinner than before. Remember, those who eat alone, die alone." "Yeah, but they die last." When I held your hand, you didn't seem to know, so I told the doctors it was time to let you go. They left the room and I kissed your eyes, and a door closed when you died. "Remember, those who eat alone, die alone." "Yeah, but they don't die first." No one has enough time to say their goodbyes. Say goodbye.

 

UK Trains. In England UK, a Yank is never free. The trucks are all too small if you can drive at all. The left's gone right and right's gone wrong. It'll turn you round until you don't know what side you're on. I wanna get me on a train and get me far from here, but the UK trains don't take you nowhere but the rain and the sea. I can't remember the last time I drank under the stars and passed out by an open fire...woke up rough as a tire in the arms of a redneck beauty, with my dog licking my face and a bit of the dog that bit me. (I couldn't wait to leave it all behind. Now I miss those nights of driving slow through town, bouncing off the walls and back with you again. Thinking now, I wonder what we might have been.) I think my daily bread's begun to dull my knife. I ain't got enough whiskey to cover my ice. I've gotta get out now. I've gotta run for my life. I've gotta get'er done, because it's do or die. I wanna get me on a train and get me far from here, but the UK trains don't take you nowhere but the rain, and the sea, the empty old sea.

 

Not Never. She said, "Don't take this the wrong way: you're dragging down on me." As she stepped out the doorway, she said, "Don't follow me! Cause you'll never, never, ever, no, not never, touch me here again, not never! You think you might just love her, too? Well I'll make it easier to choose between that bitch and what you'll lose, cause by tomorrow night you'll never, never, ever, no, not never, touch me here again not never!"

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Lockdown. Last night I saw the doctor. He says he's feeling better. He's still got the bruises all around his lips. He says, "Never trust a man with the feminine hips, but he gives me what I want now, and we're a lockdown." No one goes out no more. The bands and strippers have got nothing to show. The brokenhearted lovers are all calling it quits. They cry, "Never trust a girl with the mannequin tits, but she gives me what I want now, and we're a lockdown." I've never loved a girl with the mannequin tits, and I've still got the bruises all around my lips, but you give me what I want now, and we're a lockdown. Give me what I want, now!​

 

My Birthday. She met me at the door wrapped only in a bow because she didn't know you're the one I was wishing for my birthday. Turn out the lights, and light the cake. Blow all those wishes away. Another year nearer the grave, waiting for you to come home for my birthday. This year hasn't been so great. Three-hundred and sixty-four days are far too many to wait, hoping that you'd come home for my birthday.