Pay Me | |
They pay me not to come home | |
Keeping me stoned | |
I won’t run away | |
They say it’s easy to get | |
Stuck in this town | |
Just like Joan | |
You know I gave it all up for the stage | |
They fill my cup up in the cage | |
It’s nobody’s business but mine when I’m low | |
To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know | |
At the end of the world | |
I kick my foot at the lights | |
I breathe it in all night | |
There’s a light on a canvas tree | |
Money from home supporting me | |
They pay me not to come | |
I won’t eat crow | |
Ill stay away | |
And though all roads will not lead you home my girl | |
All roads lead to the end of the world | |
I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown | |
The only way down from the gallows is to swing | |
And I’ll wear boots instead of high heels | |
And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels |
Pay Me | |
They pay me not to come home | |
Keeping me stoned | |
I won' t run away | |
They say it' s easy to get | |
Stuck in this town | |
Just like Joan | |
You know I gave it all up for the stage | |
They fill my cup up in the cage | |
It' s nobody' s business but mine when I' m low | |
To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know | |
At the end of the world | |
I kick my foot at the lights | |
I breathe it in all night | |
There' s a light on a canvas tree | |
Money from home supporting me | |
They pay me not to come | |
I won' t eat crow | |
Ill stay away | |
And though all roads will not lead you home my girl | |
All roads lead to the end of the world | |
I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown | |
The only way down from the gallows is to swing | |
And I' ll wear boots instead of high heels | |
And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels |
Pay Me | |
They pay me not to come home | |
Keeping me stoned | |
I won' t run away | |
They say it' s easy to get | |
Stuck in this town | |
Just like Joan | |
You know I gave it all up for the stage | |
They fill my cup up in the cage | |
It' s nobody' s business but mine when I' m low | |
To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know | |
At the end of the world | |
I kick my foot at the lights | |
I breathe it in all night | |
There' s a light on a canvas tree | |
Money from home supporting me | |
They pay me not to come | |
I won' t eat crow | |
Ill stay away | |
And though all roads will not lead you home my girl | |
All roads lead to the end of the world | |
I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown | |
The only way down from the gallows is to swing | |
And I' ll wear boots instead of high heels | |
And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels |