You were smokin' on a cigarette. Talkin' about the deficit. Putting all them wild boys down. Like a drunken Mona Lisa. Or the leanin' tower of Pisa. You're hanging off the edge of town.
You came a ragin'. At my front door. You said, "Hey, I never see you no more.". You broke a window. And you climbed on through. I could never be friends with a lover like you.