Sing those songs to everyone
Even though they're mine
Numb them so they’ll sing along
In dead-horse time
I'll be the one who's laughing at that old joke
The one that I told, the one that you wrote

I just want a humble home
To defend my love
Help me with what I deserve
Because she deserves it twice
You are the one whose limbs I’m hanging down from
And I'll greet my sufferings naked as the day comes

The debt that I work hard on
Though the merit won't come along
You made it into my song

Leave me with the small remains
Of your appetite
I would do it all again
If the pressure's right
You'll be the one who's floating in the deep flow
And odds are I'll be somewhere far below

Singing like a shadow
Spit too thick to swallow
I'll be singing like a shadow
Laughing at that old joke