Children broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off 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 headed home

And there was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared
Upon the floor most every night

And darling, I'm drunk
And 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

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 you thought you had to go to shit
But we've got a lot, don't ever forget that

And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looks like eggs
And when a woman that you loved is gone
She was bombing east Japan

And don't fucking move
'Cause everything you thought you had to 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