Holding fast don't slow 'em down.

I was in the doorway talking my usual gloom and doom
when Jimmy-the-girl wanted to inch by.

Inside people were chomping the whore-candy whole
smacking at their cheekbones like they forgot how to say.

Outside they're carpet-bagging the booze
and tough Johnny's boxing Jenny's ears off.

Well when pen hits paper, boy, you know what to do.
The King's Men are coming down hard.

If you let them, they'll get you.