He's older than the hills, boys, winking the night away, Jack

He's a punk, rat, cat guts, your tongue, my man your time is up

No good, rotten, I told him get lost!

For bragging 'bout the tricks that he used to tie knots

Just another good reason that he used to get sauced

See the city laid out flat on it's back

Hear the night winds moan

There'll be good luck for one of us

Wishbone



He's just a child, you twist his arm, he's always guilty, man

He'll never fix what he did wrong

He hides beneath his hat

I've seen him half a dozen times before

Dirty, filthy, looking for

Some empty arms that he could fall into

See the city laid out flat on it's back, man

She's all alone

There'll be good luck for one of us

Wishbone



I say I'll meet you in the alley where I heard the woman screaming

"Somebody, please, help me"

The lights may flicker engine blue

I tell you that our love is true

Now, this could be the real thing

See the city laid out flat on it's back

Hear the night winds moan

There'll be good luck for one of us

Wishbone