Alex McMurray

oh your money can’t buy you grace

take the years off of your face

buy you things you can’t replace you fool you fool

and your youth can’t save you now

you’ll be older soon somehow it’s very cruel

but everybody knows…

you’ll see everyone you know

it’s all part of the show

if you’re high or if you’re low it’s all the same

and when you been through it all nobody will recall

what was your name

cuz everybody knows everybody goes to hanks

it’s the same thing every time

you get your chicken and your wine

and you pay the man in dimes from off the floor

he sings out something strange

then he smiles and slips the change into his drawer

cuz everybody knows everybody goes to hanks

i see the light is on

don’t you?

now the days are getting short

brings me no joy to report

we might have to abort this crazy scheme

these are strange days indeed

you’d better pack just what you need--this ain’t no dream

cuz everybody knows everybody goes to hanks

i see the light is on

don’t you?