Beck — Dead Melodies

[Verse 1] Where will you go when this day is over A gambler's purse lays on the road Straight to your door, snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out of sight [Verse 2] A laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted Seasons of strangers, they've come and gone Doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town Who could disown themselves now [Verse 3] Engineer, slow down this old train Cinders and chaff laugh at the moon Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees Sending their dead melodies to me