I'm a bluefinger from up on the hill

Above the dark water that's flowing there still

But my blood is Isala and I'd rather swill

I came down from the top and I drank every drop

I went through the Sassen Gate and got on the train

The pepper-box bell blowing my brains

But I made it go quiet like Spanish cocaine

And I looked at the cows and made solemn vows

If my choices are poor

I made them, I made them

And who's knocking at my door?

I paid them, I paid them

I don't need the do not disturb me sign

The manager here is a friend of mine

So baby, let's go, just one more time

I'm a jumping jack to this thing on my back

And all of my choices were pure

I made them, I made them

And who's knocking at my door?

I paid them, I paid them