Tell Em All to Go to Hell

I'm a runaway dog, and I'm kicking up dust In a Chevy Express with a hood full of rust And a head full of dead ends And thoughts of young redheads Who don't have my number no more I'm caught in a mouse-trap I set for myself Where I sneer at ideas of material wealth And I sleep in the alley And I walk through the valley Of the shadow of the fabulous four Tell 'em all, tell 'em all Tell 'em all, tell 'em all Oh Man! Tell 'em all to go to Hell I'm blown like a leaf 'cross the United States By a force that'll grab you and throw you away And I'm too young to die Or I'm too scared to try But I guess that there's no way around it It's a double-bind, baby, a Catch-22 How nobody knows you until there's no you Cause it all drifts away Or dissolves into gray At the moment that you're saying that I think that I've found it Tell 'em all Tell 'em all, tell 'em all Good God! Tell 'em all to go to Hell ...