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Oh honey, Broadripple is burning And the girls are getting sick Off snorting coke 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 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 I 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'll be hanging from a rope 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 has gone to shit But 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's bombing east Japan Don't fucking move 'Cause everything you think you have will go to shit But 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'll be hanging from a rope And I'm wasted You can taste it Don't look at me that way 'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope I'll be hanging from a rope |
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