children broadripple is burning
and the girls are gettin sick
off huffin' glue up in the bathroom
while your boyfriends pick up chicks
and darling im lost
i heard you whispering
that night in fountain square
the trashed filled streets made me wish we were headed home
and there was love inside the basement
were that woman used to lie
in a sleeping bag we shared upon the floor most every night
and darling im drunk
and everything that i had loved has turned to stone
so pack your bags and come back home
and im 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 pounds of whiskey
cigarettes and outer space
then somebody moves
and everything you thought you have has gone to shit
we've got a lot
don't ever forget that
and i wrote this on airplane where the people looked like eggs
and when a woman that you love is gone
she was bombing east japan
and dont fucking move
cause everything you thought you have will go to shit
we've got a lot
don't you dare forget that