| Pay Me | |
| They pay me not to come home | |
| Keeping me stoned | |
| I won’t run away | |
| They say it’s easy to get | |
| Stuck in this town | |
| Just like Joan | |
| You know I gave it all up for the stage | |
| They fill my cup up in the cage | |
| It’s nobody’s business but mine when I’m low | |
| To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know | |
| At the end of the world | |
| I kick my foot at the lights | |
| I breathe it in all night | |
| There’s a light on a canvas tree | |
| Money from home supporting me | |
| They pay me not to come | |
| I won’t eat crow | |
| Ill stay away | |
| And though all roads will not lead you home my girl | |
| All roads lead to the end of the world | |
| I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown | |
| The only way down from the gallows is to swing | |
| And I’ll wear boots instead of high heels | |
| And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels |
| Pay Me | |
| They pay me not to come home | |
| Keeping me stoned | |
| I won' t run away | |
| They say it' s easy to get | |
| Stuck in this town | |
| Just like Joan | |
| You know I gave it all up for the stage | |
| They fill my cup up in the cage | |
| It' s nobody' s business but mine when I' m low | |
| To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know | |
| At the end of the world | |
| I kick my foot at the lights | |
| I breathe it in all night | |
| There' s a light on a canvas tree | |
| Money from home supporting me | |
| They pay me not to come | |
| I won' t eat crow | |
| Ill stay away | |
| And though all roads will not lead you home my girl | |
| All roads lead to the end of the world | |
| I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown | |
| The only way down from the gallows is to swing | |
| And I' ll wear boots instead of high heels | |
| And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels |
| Pay Me | |
| They pay me not to come home | |
| Keeping me stoned | |
| I won' t run away | |
| They say it' s easy to get | |
| Stuck in this town | |
| Just like Joan | |
| You know I gave it all up for the stage | |
| They fill my cup up in the cage | |
| It' s nobody' s business but mine when I' m low | |
| To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know | |
| At the end of the world | |
| I kick my foot at the lights | |
| I breathe it in all night | |
| There' s a light on a canvas tree | |
| Money from home supporting me | |
| They pay me not to come | |
| I won' t eat crow | |
| Ill stay away | |
| And though all roads will not lead you home my girl | |
| All roads lead to the end of the world | |
| I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown | |
| The only way down from the gallows is to swing | |
| And I' ll wear boots instead of high heels | |
| And the next stage that I am on it will have wheels |