They're waving off our pulse We gotta shoot em 'fore the sun heats up the south My finger in my mouth I'll start the engine We won't ever make it Oh, I've got to give one last farewell I'll take him up to my hotel This rendezvous won't take too long I'll make him whole I'll make him strong Well can you see my hell? I didn't think that all his mercy'd keep too well I don't kiss and tell I've done the city cuz the cops been on my trail I've got to give one last farewell I'll take him up to my hotel I'll shoot him up I'll let him down And when I'm done You'll see yourself I got the funds I got the money I got the money We won't ever drive Oh well, I got the funds I got the money I got the money We won't ever drive, oh I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy No, said I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy No, I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy No, said I'm not shaking for an Oklahoma City boy And I'm so tired I'm so tired And I'm so tired Put your finger in my cup We're so broken We're so broken Oh! We're so broken Put your finger in my cup Well don't you wanna come out? Well don't you wanna make the pain medicine? Make it well We're in the business so Well it's a pity when you never shared the wealth