My shoes are heavy. My feet are winding down. I look for her in comers. But she's not around. What I eat is eating me. It hits me hard. I'm one jack short of a royal flush. A stranger holds the card. Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar. And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star. I don't want your money. I don't want your soul. I don't need a reason. I just want to get right down and lick it up. Mother Mercy told me. A picture never lies. She told me no self respecting hero. Ever cries. The prisoner walks in circles. The victim walks alone. Scissors cut the paper. The paper wraps the stone. Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise. The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry. I don't want your money. I don't want your soul. I don't a reason. I just want to get right down and lick it up. I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky. The only game in town that gets me high. I don't want your money. I just want to get right down and lick it up. I don't want your soul. I just want to get right down and lick it up. I don't need a reason. I just want to get right down and lick it up.