Children, broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off huffing clue 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 that we're headed home

And that 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 has turned to stone
So pack your bags
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

Then somebody moves
And everything you thought you had has gone to shit
We've got a lot
Don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looked like ants
And when a woman that you loved is 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