Better

With blood shot eyes

And bleedin' hands

I put my new suit

In the cleaners again

Took the first buss

I didn't look back

Lungs long blowin'

Like a smoke stack

Hair fallin' out

As the wind blows through it

My horse ran second

Just like I knew it would

Overflowin' ashtray

Yay

And the Officer said

Better get a lawyer son

Better get a real good one

Get yourself a suit and tie

Get your hair cut way up high

Get yourself a lawyer son

Better get a real good one

I got legs I can walk

All the way down the dirt track

I fell Down

I got up

I turned around then

I walked back

I walked to the sea

I stood there, looked for a sign

It took time

But it came

I added up and took

What was mine

Better get a lawyer son

Better get a real good one

Don't drop the soap

Don't smoke no dope

Get yourself a lawyer son

Your gonna need a good one

To getcha outa this one