Worried ’bout you babynDown in your rabbit holenThe evening of our great escapenIs starting to unfoldnOut of bed sleepy headnIt’s different than you knownEverybody pays as they gonnYou’ve got to pull yourself togethernYour chin up off your throatnWhistle for the dogsnAnd get your sled into the snownNothing’s ever buriednUnder skull and bonesnEverybody pays as they gonnThe playing field is levelnBut it’s ugly down belownIt’s a devil of handbook hi ho hi honEither you’re the butchernOr the lamb but even sonEverybody pays as they gonnThe future busted open wide and rannLike a beehive loaded with sandnYou can’t go back and see itnThe way that you saw it thennNobody cannnLook up and see the men returningnIn their winter coatsnSome of them in one piecenSome of them got rollednSome less than othersnSome right though the nosenBut everybody pays as they gonYoung old rich and poornYour mother she too owesnCuz everybody pays as they go