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"1-4-5"

I was standing there broken down, wanting to cry
Like a Santa Claus joke on the 4th of July
But I spoke not a word and I held my head high
'til I opened my throat on a 1-4-5

And I know what you're thinking, you don't have to lie
Something always feels wrong when you tell me I'm right
'cause I know you too well and I know what you like
And I'll bring it on home with that 1-4-5

I was counting out rattlesnakes under my bed
There were twenty-five Joshuas, thirty-nine Jeffs
When you start talking numbers I start turning red
Put a brand on my butt and a price on my head

And I'll do as you say, put my name on the line
Drill a hole in my brain and I'll bleed myself dry
'cause it's always the same, trade a buck for a spine
and I'll tear out your heart with that 1-4-5

One day I will vanish mysteriously
To grow old and start taking things seriously
With no light in my eyes and no blood in my feet
I will stumble down, sputter out, stutter and squeak
Until sooner or later
I can learn how to lie
How to say "how are you" without wanting to die
When I open my throat, ain't no sparks gonna fly
Just a tired refrain and that 1-4-5