Lyrics

Well, the phone? It ain't rung that much today And those darker things? They've had too much to drink and say There's a phrase the shakers and movers Like to throw around Yer either on the way up... Or on the way down There are knives you must twist; There are morals to kiss...goodbye There are stories you must spin; All this snake skin to hide There's a phrase the shakers and movers... Like to throw around Yer either on the way up... Or on the way down All these whispers behind closed doors; All this ink dryin' on the page All these principles to compromise; All these promises to break There's a phrase the shakers and movers... Like to throw around Yer either on the way up... Or on the way down Once my conscience was my sweetheart... Hell, it was all over town I told I'd marry her in a heartbeat... If she'd put the weapon down But there are hard ladders to climb; There are soft hearts to resist There are souls to be traded; And so many asses to kiss There's a phrase the shakers and movers... Like to throw around Yer either on the way up... Or on the way down