Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard?
  Like a number on a scorecard.
  They're gonna wrap you up in corn silk
  They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk.
  
  You'd better take another Quaalude
  And get yourself corkscrewed.
  I understand that you got cold feet
  But why'd you have to take 'em down a side street?
  
  I must be dumber than a spit curl
  Ôcause I got hung up on a showgirl
  Now I look like I'm a scarecrow
  I might as well go on a talk show
  
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  And this ain't home anymore
  ItÕs just four walls and a floor
  Home is where you get the goods for free
  This is just the house that used to be
  Yeah the house that used to be
  
  You're gonna wind up in a graveyard
  Like another girl who co-starred
  They're gonna wrap you up in corn silks
  They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk
  
  And in the far off wail of freight trains
  And in the lonely howl of Great Danes
  I hear the girl I lost forever
  I hear the girl I lost forever
  
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