Down to This Soul Coughing

[Chorus]
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You come down to this
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You come down to this

[Verse 1]
Nerves are up and the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille
My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti
Hack through the mess with a greased-up machete
Hang from the axles of a boxcar
Follow the dotted line
Like a steer to Chicago
But to the hooks of the Chicago man
And I said, well

[Chorus]
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You come down to this
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You get the ankles, and I'll get the wrists
You come down to this