Down through the ages
All of the sages
Said "Don't spend your wages on love"

Graft and collusion
Bar the intrusion
And proceeding foreclosures
There's overexposure

Down at the crossroads
The question is posed
Bridge is washed out
And the highway's closed

Got to have a reason
Firmly believe
Love was designed
To exploit and deceive

There's an addendum
Wherever you send 'em
Every ball and beat in your chest
You will see
Simple addition
Keeps with tradition
Don't spend your wages on love
Taking any burgh any city or town
Just get on Main street and
Drive all the way down

You see, love has a graveyard
Nurtured for those
That fell on their sabers
And paid through the nose

Your shovel's a shot glass
Dig your own hole
Bury what's left of your miserable soul

Down through the ages
All of the sages
Said "Don't spend your wages on love"

Graft and collusion
Bar the intrusion
And proceeding foreclosures
There's overexposure

Down at the crossroads
The question is posed
Bridge is washed out