Magpie

Sippin' up a tin can, bit of a wasted while

Never put in too much effort, no, when his day's let go

Sniffin' anything just to get him taste, he tried it, he couldn't

Kick that old malaise from his golden days

Feelings fade

Drippin' off a thin, thin, thin, thin as it gets, a line of a woman

Just to keep his toes underneath his nose

She lets go

You're the wrong guy, Magpie

Haven't you a good point?

The strip joint's still having you

We ain't gonna get you outta here

No, we ain't gonna get you outta here

Which you're fond of saying

I know that you're down as ever, though

Oh, I know that you're down as ever, though

And you want it, baby

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Rippin' on a six speed, wind in the face

He's wild and he's looking to that open sky

For some life inside

He's so tried

You're the wrong guy, Magpie

Haven't you a good point?

The strip joint's still having you

We ain't gonna get you outta here

Oh, we ain't gonna get you outta here

Which you're fond of saying

I know that you're down as ever, though

Oh, I know that you're down as ever, though

And you want it, baby

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

We ain't gonna get you outta here

No, we ain't gonna get you outta here

Do you want it lately?

I know that you're down as ever, though

Oh, I know that you're down as ever, though

And you want it, baby

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah