Honey, broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off snortin' 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 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 hangin' from a rope
I'll be hangin' 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 is 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's was bombing east Japan
And don't fucking move
'Cause everything you thing you have 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 hangin' from a rope
I'll be hangin' 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 hangin' from a rope
