There's a ringing in my ear

And it's hot as hell here at The Annie Oakley

Feel dirt between the sheets

Perforated by the end of a cigarette

There's nothing on TV

And I'm thinking to myself, maybe I should get some sleep

I should get some sleep

But I've got half a bottle left

Oh, come on inside, sit at my feet

Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?

We drove up to the edge

At least it felt like the edge of the world

We were outside Kansas City

Lucinda on the radio

I'm counting up my tips

Is it enough for half a tank?

'Cause little black girls better move along when the sun goes down in this part of the country

Waiting by the side of the highway

Oh, come on inside, sit at my feet

Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?

Oh, come on inside, sit at my feet

Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?

Oh, come on inside, sit at my feet

Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?