Slowly moving cold mechanic head

Trembling fingers fight against the death

Give me one more drink and then I'll go to bed

Sorry that I've lost my will

Waiting for nothing, just rake down the roads here in Loboville

Bitchy-Jill used to give her sex away

Now she is my sister through these days

And with Christ I hate the moments when she says

Lust ain't the same thing as will

I was on a trip, now I'm lifetime resident of Loboville  

Just now the past is calling once again

Memories transform themselves to pain

I see happy children dancing in the rain

Views from the grey lookout hill

I miss my kids, but I don't want to see them in Loboville