The Mule

How many times must you call me in the morning, before I wake up?
And how many times must I look at other girls, before we break up?
And how many times must I criticize every single thing that you do
Before you?

Before you let me know?
Before you let me go?
You really should've known

That I'm a no-good gambling man with the wrong hand
Who's been hurt so many times
Why don't you look him in the eye?
Oh, you won't see nothing at all

And how many times must I stumble in drunk, before you scold me?
Why is it you have to turn out all the lights, before you hold me?
And how many years of fears and falls that broke my balls?
Well, I guess you never told me

But before you let me know
Before you let me go
You really shouldn't know

That I'm a no-good, used-up, bruised and fucked-up boy
Who gets beat up just by looking at you
Oh, I'm a lonely soul, lost every single thing I've ever did own
But I never owned you

Go on and look him in the eye
Oh, you just might see him cry
Or you just might see him smile

One more drink and I'll be fine
One more girl, to take you off my mind
One more drink and I'll be fine
One more girl, to take you off my mind
One more drink and I'll be fine
One more girl, to take you off my mind
Oh, one more girl and I'll be fine
One more drink, to take you off my mind