Tell Em All to Go to Hell

I'm a runaway dog and I'm kickin' up dust

In a Chevy Express with a hood full of rust

And a head full of deadends

And thoughts of young redheads

Who don't have my number no more

I'm caught in a mousetrap I set for myself

Where I sneer at ideas of material wealth

And I sleep in the alley

And I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of the fabulous four

Tell 'em all, tell 'em all, tell 'em all, tell 'em all

Oh, man, tell 'em all, tell 'em all to go to Hell

I'm blown like a leaf 'cross the United States

By a force that'll grab you and throw you away

And I'm too young to die

Or I'm too scared to try

But I guess that there's no way around it

It's a double-bind, baby, a Catch 22

How nobody knows you until there's no you

'Cause it all drifts away

Or dissolves into gray

At the moment that you're sayin' that I think that I've found it

Tell 'em all, tell 'em all, tell 'em all, good God

Tell 'em all, tell 'em all to go to Hell

Tell 'em all, tell 'em all, tell 'em all, tell 'em all

Oh, tell 'em all, tell 'em all to go to Hell

Go to Hell

Good God