All these old ladies
Comin’ in here buyin’ cheap wine
Ain’t no better than all these bums
Comin’ in here and buy cheap wine
I never meant to do anything wrong, do any harm
Or frame that kid who wasn’t so bright and drunk all the time
Anyway, they killed him, not me
I’ve got a business to run
I’ve got property here, he had nothing
All these old ladies
Comin’ in here buyin’ cheap wine
Ain’t no better than all these bums
Comin’ in here and buy cheap wine
But I’m better than all this
Crazy derelicts can go to hell
I’m better than this
I make my own way
Sometimes I can sleep at night
I open the store an hour before daybreak
And I put all the labels facing out
I’m tired of all these labels
Why don’t they all say it
…cheap wine
…cheap wine