Wheels on cement, shadows slope down I come from a city not far from this town With only the road as a vision The moon over ____ and ____ prison The wind is a kettle My heart, a drum The ____ gotta ______ just to know where it's from When I met him at the junction With _____________ middle ache You can't bite the hand that feeds you If he don't wanna shake I'm going down I'm going down I'm going down * I'm going down