The waitress keeps makin' it weird
I wish she wouldn't call me "big brother"
Seems like the faith we attain is a function of how much we suffer
I put the cash on the bed, they put a gash in my head
The whole thing didn't take very long
I was hopin' that Galveston would be more like the song
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I met some sailors out in Texas City
They were tyin' off the ropes
They said they were supposed to be in
Corpus Christi but they fell off the boat
They said that Jesus is love, that he's the jury and judge
He'll hurt your heart with his hope
I said the God you promote seems a
Lot like the devil I loathe
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Don't pull your money out until you're super sure of it
The very last second when you know you're goin' through with it
The very last second still the slightest possibility
Sophistication is the lack of gullibility
Don't bring a gun unless you think you're up for shootin' it
The very last second when you know you're goin' through with it
Depressive tendencies, a problem with anxiety
Medication, and the month in the facility
Yeah I guess there were signs
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Yeah I'm sure there were signs

I finally made it down to McAllen
I asked around the station for you
There were people that heard, there was no one that knew
Well I got on the bus, it was pretty much dusk
Sat and watched the daylight diffuse
The amount that we waste seems much more than the things we can't use
And now the waitress keeps makin' it weird
I wish she wouldn't call me "big brother"
Seems like the faith we attain is a function of how much we suffer
Seems like the faith we attain is a function of how much we suffer
Seems like the faith we attain is a function of how much we suffer