i ran into matlock at hadlock padlock i said have you seen my love? he said he was over on elkins road face down in a puddle of blood then i ran into blair warner at the chevron at four corners i said did you see him die? she said that was just a rumor super duper small town trumor he was shipped off to treatment last night what goes around don't come around not in this town seven walls go up for every one wall that comes down and the old ladies pray they'll be young again someday do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid she was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks along came a man with his cock in his hand he said what do you think? she said i think you stink then she spit in his eye, said bye-bye, and pushed him in the drink then she went to the pay shower and pumped quarters for an hour even though she made it she still felt violated wrapped the soap on a rope around her throat said dear god i really hope you'll let me into heaven 'cause i'm only eleven and i've got nowhere to go what goes around don't come around not in this town a subway sandwich shop goes up and the roller rink closed down and the kids all pray that they'll either get away or get a job like chad in dad's meth lab and become rich one day little david was learning to skate, practiced every single day kept falling and falling and falling but he finally learned to ollie he wondered who he'd tell, thought he would tell mel, but mel and all his other friends were in the county jail which is where i sent the letter that said things are gonna get better he said you've got it all wrong, why'd you write this stupid song? i said 'cause you're in my head even if you want me dead just because i said exactly what i meant doesn't mean i meant what i said what goes around don't come around not in this town you don't need karmic retribution if you've got good ammunition and mama always prayed that someday she'd get laid by some dumb **** with a pickup truck and really good ******* please do me a favor when you go to penny saver get a half-rack of lucky for the girls, two roast beef mighty bites, a pack of old gold lights, and meet us at the end of the world i'll be standing on the cliff with the sunset in my eyes i'll be too insignificant to feel the need to lie i wonder if this climbing that you city people do ever leads you to a place with such a pretty view what if what goes around is just a naked crying clown and the clouds split down the middle and a mighty hand comes down and we think that we are saved but the hand is made of clay and my tears make messy make up streaks all over my face what goes around don't come around not in this town seven walls go up for every one wall that comes down and the old ladies pray they'll be young again someday do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid nobody gets laid nobody gets saved do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid