Wagon Man Lyrics

Serve up flesh

Not much left

Got bad breath

Miss my head

Through the door

Body store

Even score

Still want more

He's strung up like a ragdoll

And full of paper shreds

Not glad to call him brother

Not glad to call him friend

He always holds a bottle

Don't how much he's spent

So here comes walking trouble

That rather break than bend

Serve up flesh

Not much left

Got bad breath

Miss my head

Through the door

Body store

Even score

Still want more

He's strung up like a ragdoll

And full of paper shreds

Not glad to call him brother

Not glad to call him friend

He always holds a bottle

Don't how much he's spent

So here comes walking trouble

That rather break than bend

I could die of embarrassment

Sitting in this hallway pile of broken glass

I'm not your gutter dog, I'm not your alley cat

So let's get it together, and see just where we're at