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Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the first row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


It was just the other night I had a dream about this song,
and I would take you to the bridge, but I would get it all wrong.
Throwing words out of windows, it's a ticker tape parade.
Making eyes at my karma. Keep a bottom dollar saved.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the second row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


Tripping over love like I am falling in a fire.
Stop, drop, roll around. I walk it off, run a mile.
Who will be the one to set you free? Fi-fo-fum!
You perhaps will see it coming, but not where it's coming from.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the third row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


Keep an open tab. My buddy's bar is never closed.
I would have thought to call you up, but there was no one there you know.
Except a couple in the corner that reminded me of us.
The way they barely talked at all, it really said so much.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the fourth row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


I bet she won't invite him up. She isn't kissing him goodnight.
After he spent all of his money, now a thing like that ain't right.
But she heard whistles from the windows of the cars driving by,
and it made her feel dirty, cheap and sick inside.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the fifth row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


The environment is fine! The environment is fucked!
Put the bodies in the river! Put the money in the trunk!
They are moving to the middle, from the left and from the right,
looking down instead of up, not so quick to call that sight.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the sixth row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


Everyone's worried about the East, I am worried for the west.
Mother nature has the bomb; this is not a test.
I am moving to the country, raise a family on a farm.
I am starting out with nothing but the tattoos on my arms.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the seventh row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


Taking good notes in class don't hold a candle to life,
but just cause its impossible doesn't mean you shouldn't try.
I am going back to college. I am getting my degree
in respect for other people, for every history.
Now I somehow get the hiccups. Put a pencil in my mouth.
An empty congress of owls drinking water upside down.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the eighth row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


Take the people to the mountain! Take your heart to the line!
Take my finger from this trigger! Write the same song ten times!
Twenty five! Twenty five! Twenty five, still alive!
Die to live forever? Hell, tell me where to sign!


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the ninth row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.


There are times I miss my lady, how I miss my lady love.
In the carrion of night, she is all I'm thinking of.
When I write my little songs, my lady love behind the scenes
in a room behind my eyes, my lady love is writing me.


Going once, going twice, and we're sold to the devil
in the tenth row. Quick, someone tell him what he's won.




DAS - McComb, Mississippi, USA