It’s a paper bag floating in the wind
And it’s my own despair I’m swimming in
It’s nobody else’s, it’s completely mine
Sometimes the simple things are so hard to find

It’s a revolver around my head
You can unravel me with a single thread
You say, “meet me out front”
I don’t know what means, and at this point
Everything should be at ease

And then it is, and then it’s not
And then it is, and then it’s not
And then it is, and then it’s not

Why do the pretty things they always die
By my hand which can’t hold up my only life
Footsteps from the tree-line, out of the dark
I’ll show you everything except that part

And we’ve been saving for times like this
We’ve been saving for times like this
We’ve been saving for times like this

Little Billy Joe said he had enough
And he told Mr. Mayor, “Give me all your stuff”
He didn’t comply, so little Joe shot
Until Mr. Mayor was not
And all the townspeople said
Mr. Mayor was better off bled
So they let nature run it’s course
As they danced all around his corpse
With a hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho

A hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho

[Instrumental]

A hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho

A hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho
Hoot and holler, Hi-dee-ho