It's all the same, either way
Pennies on the stage, roses on the ground
So pull me out of the shade, and drop me into the rain
Well I just gotta get out of this town, that's what I said
Well my luck is running thin, for way too long
So pull me out of the shade, and drop me into the rain
And have my weeping widow, plant a weeping willow
For me
It's all the same, either way
Pennies on the stage, roses on the ground