Room For One More

Things are getting gross around here, wanna join? Like tar pits, and there's room for one more Big old rib bones poking up out of the muck Greasy handshakes on top of paper on top of suits And a shower and a couple dollars and a man on your back A couple pills, honey, a couple drinks and a few deals Strike up the band, play it backwards, that's how they're all doing it That's how we all do it around here, babe Come into this web, sleep with your eyes open Put a little powdered protein in it Hold the gun I gave you, just like that, you're doing so good, baby My little star, here, add a little of this arsenic to your America You're gonna go far far far far far