As every sun goes down I get less and less impatient now With every word I sing I'm getting less and less of anything And if you have to fall to pieces, fall to pieces And if you've got to fall apart just fall apart Things are spinning along From Town to town with someone else's song We're spinning out of control And Highway One, they say, is full of holes And if you have to fall to pieces, fall to pieces And if you've got to fall apart just fall apart The local rag says, "Appearing on Sunday" Well that's news to me Cause I'll be somewhere over Lake Inferior Crammed in a stand by seat The meek inherit nothing And the nice guys don't get paid If I had one good drop of poison I'd be saved The good guys finish second And the meek just don't get paid Give me one good drop of poison And I'd be saved Guess I'll just do what I'm told You feed me anything and I'll be sold Cause I could put up a fight But I'd just be wronging someone else's right The local rag says. "Appearing on Sunday" Well that's news to me Cause I'll be somewhere over Lake Inferior Crammed in a stand-by seat The meek inherit nothing And the nice guy's don't get paid If I had one good drop of poison One god Drop of poison If I had one good drop of poison I'd be saved