They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes.

Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.

It's sundown on the Union and what's made in the USA, sure was a good idea, until greed got in the way.

Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness.

He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime. He asks you with a grin, if you're having a good time.