text: Down through the ages all of the sages
  Said dont spend your wages on love
  Its graft and collusion about the intrusion
  And preceding foreclosures theres overexposure
  Down at the crossroads the question is posed
  Bridge is washed out and the highway is closed
  Gotta have good reason to firmly believe
  Love was designed to exploit and deceive
  Theres an addendum wherever you send em
  In your chest you will see
  Simple addition keeps with tradition
  Dont spend your wages on love
  Take 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 shovels a shot glass dig your own hole
  Bury whats left of your miserable soul
  Down through the ages all of the sages
  Said dont spend your wages on love
  Its graft and collusion about the intrusion
  And preceding foreclosure there is overexposure
  Down at the crossroads the question is posed
  And the bridge is washed out and the highway is closed