text: Down through the ages
  All of the sages
  Said Dont spend your wages on love
  Graft and collusion
  Bar the intrusion
  And proceeding foreclosures
  Theres overexposure
  Down at the crossroads
  The question is posed
  Bridge is washed out
  And the highways closed
  Got to have a reason
  Firmly believe
  Love was designed
  To exploit and deceive
  Theres an addendum
  Wherever you send em
  Every ball and beat in your chest
  You will see
  Simple addition
  Keeps with tradition
  Dont 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 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
  Graft and collusion
  Bar the intrusion
  And proceeding foreclosures
  Theres overexposure
  Down at the crossroads
  The question is posed
  Bridge is washed out