Well on that street you bought your scar from
I went down and had my fortune told
And that green-eyed gypsy oh-so shakes me
She says that the pain is what makes me whole

And I thought I could do right by you
Thought I could do some right by us both
I know, my love, I am so sorry
Sorry's all the things I always owe
And I have grown so good at those

And you wanna be ethanol
At least some good thing
Who will not have a say
Wanna bet?
Once you’re a gin
You will be one of the ways

When I'm gone who will remember?
Oh, if that still November soul
When you look in the face and say, "You are not the man I met no more."
Oh, when you look me in the face and say, "You are now not the man I met no more."
At least no fool's no friend of yours

You just wanna be ethanol
At least some good thing
Who will not have a say
Wanna bet?
Once you’re a gin
You will be one of the ways