Honey broadripple is burning and the girls are gettin 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 trashed filled streets makes me wish that i'd go home there was love inside the basement way back home we used to lie in a sleeping bag we shared upon the floor for almost every night
and darling i'm drunk everything that i had 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 hangin from a rope
if my woman was a fire she'd burn out before i wake and be replaced by pounds 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 airplane where the people look like ants
and when a woman that you love is gone she was bombing east japan don't fucking move cause everything you think 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 hanging from a rope i'll be hangin from a rope