I was talkin' to the judge
just before we left the countryside,
paper in his hand,
tryin' to find a way
Goin' by the book,
"Man, you oughtta make a serial"
Ripped the pages out
'fore they pull the final curtain down
I remember the day
just like the Drumshanbo hustle
We couldn't hear no birds,
they were makin' not a sound
They were tryin' to muscle in,
an easy way to bring the money in
You were pukin' up your guts
when you read the contract had been signed

Prostitution on the run,
'ceptin what it was last night
Tryin' to drain you dry,
couldn't get too much rope
Tryin' to take 'em down
just to see how far it all would go
Wasn't goin' very far
and she didn't let it bring you down

Just remember the day,
just like the Drumshanbo hustle
I couldn't hear no birds,
they were makin' not a sound
They were drivin' motionless
on the recording and the publishing
You were pukin' up your guts
when you read the contract had been signed

New York hooker style,
and the tarot and astronomy
Tell you every star,
didn't even get your sign
Well they were lookin' for a scam,
a little paperback novel or a little magazine,
but you left it all behind
when you pulled the rug from underneath her feet

Just rememberin' the day,
Drumshanbo hustle
Well you couldn't hear no birds,
they were makin' not a sound
They were tryin' to muscle in,
an easy way to bring the money in
You were pukin' up your guts
when you read the actual contract had been signed
You were pukin' up your guts
when you heard the contract had you signed
You were pukin' up your guts
when you heard the contract, the contract, had you signed