The apocalypse turned on a dime
the whirlpool down the drain
of my crimes
I didn't mean to do enter
there was a broken window
and a lock of his hair
I didn't mean to ask questions
there was a gun and this mob boss
a sack of diamonds and a golden ring
I escaped just barely
on a train to Austria
with a suitcase and a beer
sitting on a beach out of reach
but the plans were foiled
the water boiled
the snake coiled
and here I am
counting slashes on the wall
singing "Redemption Song" in B
in a prison
down in New Orleans