The Grand Collide

I’m lining up a gang of women
Before the Grand Collide
And I’ll show them up to this hotel room
Where I have lain with them in mind

I’ll be drawing lines
I’ll be making graphs
I’ll do the math, it’s true

But now I finally see that all of that
Won’t do shit
For you

So I’m lining up a series of nights
That I’ll never see
And I could tell you all about the time
When I thought what great nights they’d be

But I’d rather lead my girls to the spot
Where I came to see
That I had nothing to give them
And they didn’t have much for me

For now I’ll spend my nights in this room
Looking at their faces on the wall
You see, if I stay here hiding
There’ll be no-one to see me fall

Get yer money, boy
Get yer money, boy
Get yer money, boy
Get out alive!