Your odds just doubled but your luck got worse.
If you’re looking for trouble, Lord have mercy
I have found you; speak of the Devil, I guess.
If I’d known you were coming, I’d have put on my prettiest dress.

Can you help me get by? I’m trying to get through.
I’d like to see you try; I’m counting on you.

You’ve got your ducks all lined up and your guns are loaded.
All your lies are shined up and sugar-coated
But you’re sensitive, kind of thin-skinned for a crocodile.
If I’d known you’d be looking, I’d have worked up my winningest smile.

Can you help me get by? I’ve been trying to get through.
I need an alibi; I’m counting on you.

I thought you’d have it by now
You don’t seem to know how to begin though.
Just go ahead, you could be my dream come true.
There’s a hole in my soul; it feels like a window
The cold wind blows through.
I’m counting on you.

This whole world’s up to its neck in quicksand.
Greed keeps using the same old tricks and
The functioning junkies are desperate for something to do.
They want the easy way; on my worst days
I know I want it too.

Can you help me get by? I’m not getting through.
I’m fresh out of lies; I’m counting on you.
It might be do or die and you just might do.
I’m counting on you.
I’m counting on you.