Wishbone

Wishbone
 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