The season has come
   When nothing gets done
   Save copycat killin'
  
   Away from windows
   asleep on the floor
   The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard
  
   And by the way
   And by the way
   I'm . . .
   (And) by the way
   (And) by the way
   I'm almost moving breakneck speed
  
   Good news is no news
   The whole things comes down
   To character murder
  
   Cattle are driven
   To market or prison
   Hindsight a genius lost in the blood
  
   And by the way
   And by the way
   I'm . . .
   (And) by the way
   (And) by the way
   I'm almost moving breakneck speed
  
   Tip my hat
   And then I'm good as gone
   I'm good and ready
   Beside myself - breakneck speed
  
   Stretch my reach
   You know I'd steal the shoes
   Right off a dead man's feet
   Beside myself - breakneck speed