There's a bar down on 4th Street
Where it crosses forty nine
You can always get what you want
And get it right on time
Be there or be square
Buyer beware
Third stool in is mine
At the end of the bar is suicide Sal
By her own self, all alone
She got a face and a voice to die for
But she's just sittin' by the phone
See it all come to pass
In the bottom of this glass
Tryin' not to go home
Grey man and Goat boy swap stories
With anyone willing to listen
Tonight a crowd of romantics
Waitin' to go right back to prison
Yeah you can win
But the chances are slim
Let's hear it for Nihilism
Too Slim the barkeep's talking
With a stranger from up on River Bend
Bout' which of the many choices
Of Mr. Walker should be your good friend
Some sat Red
Some say Black
But ain't it Blue in the end?