I'm not singing 'bout April showers

I'm not singing 'bout the rain

They're gonna stick my name in the papers

I send them all away

I wanna sing about ball-and-chains and ride the mystery train

I wrote the horror of John Paul Getty

Sold that man for free

You sucker!

You're gonna limp down to that scene

Face this sucker

You're gonna trip and miss that seat

You sucker aren't safe sucker

I'm gonna set my place in the mountains

I'm gonna wear it out of phase

I want to sing 'bout the kinds of people

That others want erased

Some of us think and some of us pray

Not you, sucker!

You just seat and reap

You sucker you're gonna trip and miss that seat

Sucker

Sucker

You, you want to seek

You're gonna trip and miss that seat

We, we're gonna fish

We're gonna make you eat that meat

She's gonna suffer

Mensch is gonna suffer

We all are gonna suffer

The people here's gonna suffer

The whole damn place will suffer

Whilst you just reap that fuck up

Break, break, break, break, sucker

You suffer sucker

Sucker

Sucker