I took it on the chin but none of here are innocent
Spending money until its all been spent and now the well is dry
It`s the same as it always is and you`re giving me that same old look
Citing scriptures from one of your books I ain`t read before or even heard of
January snow points us new ways to go
But I feel so low like it`s still December
Here comes the cavalcade we`re all living in that same charade
Breaking promises that we made to ones we care about and who`ll half believe them
January snow points us new ways to go
But I feel so low like it`s still December
The dealer deals you dust but he`s the only one you can trust
And the sun turns the sky to rust as it`s setting