Children, Broadripple is burning
And the girls are gettin' sick
Of huffin' glue up in the bathroom
While your boyfriends pick up chicks
And darling I'm lost
I heard you whispering that night in fountain square
The trash filled streets made me wish we were heading home.
And there was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared
Upon the floor almost every night
And darling I'm drunk
everything that I have loved is turned to stone
So pack your bag and come back home.
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
If somebody moves
everything you thought you had will go to shit
We've got a lot, don't ever forget that.
And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looked like eggs
And when a woman that you loved was gone
She was bombing east Japan
And don't fucking move
'cause everything you thought you have will go to shit
We've got a lot, don't you dare to 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.