I'm calling in my favors, boysnIt's last call for all the beers that you owe menI think you know where to meet menLet's go where all of the bartenders know menGo on and bring your brothersnWhy not invite my ex-girlfriends downnOnly losers are weepers:nYou can tell them I won't be seeing them aroundnI am not long for this worldnnPat can have my guitarnBill, I'm on my way to bring back your bassnAnd I've got someone's accordionnYou know, the one with the snakeskin casenI've made my final arrangementsnMy sister knows how to dispose of my stuffnTonight set fire to my basementnAnd if I'm lucky the flames won't wake me upnI am not long for this worldnnI think I know where I'm headednSo I could use all the help I can getnI'm pretty sure that the sins I've commitednAre worse than the ones I haven't got around to yetnSo I been thinking about penancenI think I'll go up and settle my tabnIt's been an awful, short sentencenThe crimes at the time didn't seem so badnI am not long for this worldnnSo meet me, yeah, meet me at the Holy Ghost SaloonnIf you plan to see me, you better get there soon