Branded on a telephone

Germans came, I wasn't home 

Nickel for your fortune true 

Dime when you reach forty-two 

Vertebrae all scrambled 'round 

Lately I have found a sound 

Mention this to him above 

Take care of the one I love 

He told me not to be afraid 

I kissed his feet and dug my grave 

Walkin' down a line again 

Hey mister, have you got a friend 

Branded on a telephone 

Junk man come, I wasn't home 

Peace (?) escaped from me today 

Fortune lady was a liar