when we came inside you asked me if i m well living like this it gets you through the night sure you can mr bet s on the prowl again it gets you through the night that at least tells the rest of the drawing king it gets you through the night sure you can mr bet s on the prowl again it gets you through the night as we re doting along come out to the west backsides of my eyes true that s true that s true you re selling what you own selling yourself short of the life that s teeming in the dirt stop selling what you know suddenly you re so sure of the life that s breeding in the dirt come out to the west backsides of my eyes true that s true that s true i m off to the west it s blinding my eyes true that s true that s true come out to the west backsides of my eyes you opened up this is the kind of place i know let s add up all the mischief and mercy ruins cause these walls have all worn white