Children, Broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off huffing glue up in the bathroom
While their boyfriends pick up chicks.
And darling I'm lost.
I heard you whispering
That night in fountain square.
The trashed filled streets made me wish we were heading home.
There was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared upon
The floor almost every night.
Oh, darling I'm drunk
And everything that I had loved has turned to stone.
So pack your bags and come back home.
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And I'm wasted.
You can taste it.
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
I will haunt you like a ghost.
If my woman was a fire
She'd burn out before I wake
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
Cigarettes, and outer space.
Then somebody moves
And everything you thought you had has gone to shit.
Well, we've got a lot.
Don't ever forget that.
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And I wrote this on airplane where the people looked like ants.
And when a woman that you loved was gone
She was bombing East Japan.
Don't fucking move
'Cause everything you thought you had will go to shit.
We've got a lot.
Don't you dare forget that.
And I'm wasted.
You can taste it.
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
I will haunt you like a ghost.
And I'm wasted.
You can taste it.
Don't look at me that way
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
I will haunt you like a ghost.
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