Jump Up

Everybodys talking like they cant sit down
And looking like they cant stand up
It must be the lastest style
And theyve seen a lot of things that you never see
Back on the mile up to the hanging tree
Some people cant keep their fingers clean
Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last nights obituries
Jump up--hold on tight
Cant trust the promise or a guarantee
Cause the man round the curve says that hes never heard
Of you or me
No tombstone would ever surprise me
When Im locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox
Got holes in my socks
They match the ones that I got in my feet
I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over
I was a statue standing on the corner
Tell me  how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats
Candidate talkin on the radio from the cheaters jamboree
It must be their lastest fool
Cause its a two-horse race and he changed his bets
Like it was just another brand of cigarettes
Some people judge and they just guess the rest
They cant understand that dont mean that youre blessed
They ought to catch the express next stop no where
That way you can forget
Jump up--hold on tight
Cant trust the promise or a guarantee
Cause the man round the curve says that hes never heard
Of you or me