I'm sleeping soft tonight
Keeping warm with crooked dreams
The pennies off of dead men's eyes
Never let my pockets weep
And I'm sorry you had to know me
When I'm so fit to be tied.

I such a mensch in my clothes but my plans are criminal
So give me your hand in a quote - I'll save your grim and single soul.

I'm hoping you're the type
The kind that falls for every line
The kind that sings along to all of my wrongs
Too good to be a find
Now honey, my time is money
And [bad word] dressed in rags