Shot, Repeatedly, At Close Range, In the Chest, By Your Love The Mountain Goats

Cross the street
Each chance I get
Make sure my shoes get nice and wet
Catch a ride
From a landscaping crew
Got my fake beard on
They can see right through

Of course they can
A dedicated bounty hunter always gets his man

Shot, repeatedly, at close range, in the chest
By your love
By your love
By your love

Ghost town strip mall
No cameras in sight
In a bin behind the cell phone store
I settle in for the night
Sleep in shifts
Beneath the boxes and the trash
Three days since I ran
Completely out of cash

I won't last long
Someday kids by campfires may remember me in song