You've been so long. Your blind eyes are gone. Your old bones are on their own. So take off your coat. Put a song in your throat. Let the dead-beats pound all around. We will go. Nowhere we know. We don't have to talk at all. Hand me downs. Flypaper towns. Stuck together. One and all. The bargains you drive. Buckets and bags. And all your belongings. Your train's in the sand. Ramshackle land. Let the rats watch the races. We will go. Nowhere we know. 'Til we find our one and all. Hand me downs. Flypaper towns. Stuck together. One and all. Praises get spent. Your trick face is bent. Pigsties and prizes. 'Cause there's no kind of wealth. You're suiting yourself. You leave yourself behind. We will go. Nowhere we know. 'Til we find our one and all. Your hand me downs. Flypaper towns. Stuck together.