She packed her bags last night, oh my
And left a note on my chest, it read
"I've taken the money from your back closet shoes
I've taken the car, taken the Kid
Far from you"
I awoke to nothing, nothing
But squeaky floor boards
And four more missed calls
Just stood staring at a couple of faded spots on the wall
And closed my eyes
Held my breath
Counted to ten
A decade spent and I found content in
The thrill of the bet
Drink till I float, drink till I drown
In a pool full of debt
Till a rap-tap-tap-tap came upon my door
They've come to collect
They know that I can't pay them back
Oh no hand me a gun instead
And took me to a thin young man on his knees
With a cloth covered head
I closed my eyes
Held my breath
Counted to ten
(No going back, car
No going back, drown
The thrill of a bet
No going back, car
No going back, drown
Four more missed calls)
The kid grew up on the upper east side
Just like his old man he'd never back down from a fight
And he found himself in an unfamiliar bar one night
A group of men had surrounded his friend
Who didn't like when he stepped in
So they tied up his hands
Threw him into a van
Threw a cloth on his head
He closed his eyes
Held his breath
Counted to 10