The dream was good remember the feeling

Twirled my body from place to place

At once shaken need not worry

The bones in my hand are poking out

Stuck on a steam train headed for chicago

Ask for more, settled for nothing

Ask for more, settled for nothing

Why yah mockin me, always mockin me

Hands set free, black eyes for sale

That cuban shirt seems kinda dirty

Did'ja wake up drunk on an itchy wool blanket

With nothing to eat but a mayonaise sandwich

Ask for nothing, settled for less

Bastard son born without thumbs