Sing it. Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money Maybe we're ragged and funny But we'll travel along singing a song Side by side! We don't know what's coming tomorrow Maybe it's trouble and sorrow But we'll travel the road sharing our load Side by side! When my deep depression Makes me wish I were dead I'll just grab my little buddy Point you right at my head When the booze and divorces undo me When the cold lonely winters cut through me I'll just go and unlock one of my Glocks: Suicide!