My shoes are getting heavy
 My feet are winding down
 I look for her in comers
 But she's not around
 What I eat is eating me
 It hits me hard
 I'm one jack short of a royal flush
 A stranger holds the card
 Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar
 And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star
 I don't want your money
 I don't want your soul
 Oh oh, I don't need a reason
 I just want to get right down and lick it up
 Mother Mercy told me
 a picture never lies
 She told me no self-respecting hero cries
 The prisoner walks in circles
 The victim walks alone
 And scissors cut the paper
 The paper wraps the stone
 Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise
 The lights go down the heat goes up
 that's when I cry
 I don't want your money
 I don't want your soul
 No, I don't need a reason
 I just want to get right down and lick it up
 I found my faith in fortune reaching for the sky
 The only game in town that gets me high
 I don't want your money
 I just want to get right down and lick it up
 I don't want your soul
 I just want to get right down and lick it up
 No, don't need a reason
 I just want to get right down and lick it up