Here there is no revelry

The sadness needs no leavening

So loose your boots and sit yourself down

Deep inside the water tank

Over by the riverbank

There I saw my little girl drown

Call it a detour

Ugly and impure

Save yourself

Where is the life line

Here on the highline

Save yourself

I came back here at 24

My friends all say whatcha doing this for

Well my father died and passed this shit to me

Rub my hands in turpentine

My prospect's now been undermined

With bankers knocking daily at my door

Call it a detour

Ugly and impure

Save yourself

Where is the life line

Here on the highline

Save yourself

Lost inside the peloton

With the Jerry Lewis telethon

Ticking soft till I fall fast asleep

Slipped away with candlelight

Leather chaps and cattle drives

This is not the life I meant to lead

Call it a detour

Ugly and impure

Save yourself

But where is the life line

Here on the highline

Save yourself

Save yourself