Song in the Key of Change

In the chest of a dealer
Hammers and smelts a foul charge
As he smooths sour cream from his moll's pony and metes her an unholy barrage
Of a rank summer Saturday here, drunk on domestic beer,
The burnt English girls bray like mares, the men leer like snakes
Oh, there's no faith in this article, baby
No truth, no la-la-la-lie
I woke up one morning, it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others were halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance
Make one sickening body
Born of a base urge and a high mind
Make it swing like a witch
Well, wealthy young men hail tall timber
Died in the springtime, instead in the winte
Over the river, with needles for teeth
The spindle and stick men, apportioned their grief
Take to drink and drown
The stories I love, the stories I hate
The city horses are tired
Give them something to drink
Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders and the iron from their feet
At the top of the morning
Top top top of the street
It's a look when you look look look look into somebody's eyes when you meet
It's a look when you look look look look into somebody's eyes
And you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile
Oh, there's no faith in this article, baby
No truth, no la-la-la-lie
I woke up one morning, it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others were halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance
Oh, there's no faith in this article, baby
No truth, no la-la-la-lie
I woke up one morning, it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others were halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance