When I got out of first, I went to second.
When I got out of second, went to third.

When I got out of third,
I went to first again…
in a stadium — homeless and absurd.

When I got outta scroungin’,
went to scrappin’.
When I got outta scrappin’
went to smoke.
When I got outta smokin’,
went to loit-er-in’.

When I got on my feet, I went to work.

When I got outta stockin’, went to sellin’.
When I got outta sellin’, went to mail.

With my honor all packed,
I went to banking fraud.

When I got out of THAT, I went to jail.

When I got out of jail, I went to prison.
When I got out of prison, went askew.

When I got my head right,
I went to Omaha.

When I got out of there… I went to you!

When I got out of you, I was your lover.
When I got outta lovin’, went to lies.

When I got outta lyin’,
went to old Madrid —
where the bull got me
right between the eyes.

With his horn in my brain,
I started dyin’.
When I got outta dyin’, went to death.

When I came out alive,
I STARTED KILLIN’ FOLK…
at a clip that would
leave me outta breath.

Take a bite…
of the ugly, golden apple.

Take a whiff…
of the Adirondack air!

Take a piss…
in the salmon-clouded river.

When they say:
“ He is risen! ”
ask them, “ Where? ”