The Ike Reilly Assassination
Garbage Day
Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you?
When I come back to you, will you be sorry?
Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you
Makes me think of you, and I get so lonely
We took an off-ramp to a bluegrass jamboree
Just to kill some time and maybe get a drink
Heard that sweet harmony and it made me feel blue
Made me think of you and I got so lonely
Later that day we came upon an execution
Like a carnival of death with protest and confusion
I met a girl from the college in the crowd
She dropped her shoes when she bent down
It made me feel more all alone
Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you?
When I come back to you, will you be sorry?
Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you
Makes me think of you, and I get so lonely
Well I believe you when you say
That I'll be judged on garbage day
Baby, you've been on my mind
Halloween night at the Clermont in Atlanta
A strip joint in the basement of a transient hotel
Dressed up there as rock stars, Neil Diamond on the dance floor
And the limpest biscuit of 'em all was money at the door
And the girl with the anger whose costume was familiar
Her posture, it was brilliant, and I recognized her shoes
I recognized her shoes, she was dressed up just as you
To me she looked like you, and I got lonely
Where the red bulls run, and the vipers come
And left to myself, I'd come undone
I got burned out in the sun
Sleeping off my lonely
Hey now, I can't tell the buildings from the people
The strangers from the steeples, my anger from my friends
I'm soaked here in the juices, and beat up from the Stooges
Who're singin' in my head
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you?
When I come back to you, will you be sorry?
Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you
Makes me think of you, and I get so lonely
Well I believe you when you say
That I'll be judged on garbage day
Baby, you've been on my mind