Children, broadripple is burning And the girls are getting sick Off huffing glue 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