Children, Broadripple is burning and the girls are getting sick
Of huffing glue up in the bathroom while your boyfriends pick up chicks
And darling I’m lost
I heard you whispering, that night in the fountain square
The trash filled streets made me wish we were headed back 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
And darling I’m drunk
Cause everything that I have loved has turned to stone
So pack your bags and head 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

And 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 thing you thought you had will fall apart
We’ve got a lot, don’t you ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane where the people looked like eggs
And if a woman that you loved was gone
She was bombing East Japan
And don’t even move
Cause everything you thought you had will fall apart
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

Oooh-oooh-ooh
Ooooh-oooh-ohhhh
Ohhhh-oh
Ohhhh-ohhh-oh

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