Lyrics

I bought a fresh can of paint from the dealer man
I'm gonna clean myself right up
I bought me a pair of scissors and
I wanna give my hair a cut
so that if you pass this way again
you won't recognize me
you don't deal cards with the devil man
and you don't sleep under my tree

I'm gonna baptize my thoughts in the Holy Book
I'm gonna teach myself to speak
aint goin' down that same ol' road
I've even ripped up that old street
so that if you pass this way again
you won't try to find me
you don't deal cards with the devil man
and you don't sleep under my tree

I'm tired of you matchbook fantasies
and I'm tired of the company you keep
and I'm tired of lookin' at your face
every time I try to look for me