From the recording Rhythm Method
Lyrics
You smoked me up like a Lucky Strike
You burned me out and left the ashes of love behind
I don't wanna preach
Only time will tell
But I've got some advice
Some words to the wise
Listen to the warning bell
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
I'll just say "Beware, my friend"
I just hope I'm there, my friend
when you get yours
You put me aside like a Buick up on blocks
You stripped the engine and left it there to rust and rot
I don't wanna preach
Only time will tell
But I've got some advice
Some words to the wise
Listen to the warning bell
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
I'll just say "Beware, my friend"
I just hope I'm there, my friend
when you get yours
You wore me out like an old leather coat
I kept you warm 'til you had some fancy place to go
I don't wanna preach
Only time will tell
But I've got some advice
Some words to the wise
Listen to the warning bell
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
I'll just say "Beware, my friend"
I just hope I'm there, my friend
Yes, I just hope I'm there, my friend
when you get yours