mrs carver says shes sorry
she knows enough to worry
but what does she know about cryin'

believes the town is sinking
the price of forward thinking
you stay up all night half the time
rackin' your mind alone at night
while all the neighbors sleep tight

years ago she lost her daughter
off to a sacred order
where they get stoned and work the earth

clears up her head with bourbon
cause bear is so suburban
and day class a for what its worth

she drinks it down down down
for all the old old days
shes thinking of it now its nice to get away
but what a fine day for a parade

she stays up mending curtains
until her fingers hurting
you can get so bored of it all
no one can say for certain
she'll never safely know when
an astroid will kill us all

she drinks it down down down
for all of the old old days
shes thinking of it now its nice to get away
but what a fine day for a parade

she drinks it down down down
for all of the old old days
shes thinking of it know its nice to get away
but what a fine day for a parade

but what a fine day for a parade

but what a fine day for a parade

but what a fine day for a parade

but what a fine day for a parade