作词 : Richard Edwards
作曲 : Richard Edwards
And the girls are getting sick
Of huffin' glue up in the bathroom
While your boyfriend's pickin up chicks
And darling,I'm lost
I heard you whispering
That night in Fountain Square
The trash-filled streets made me wish that 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 hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost
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 to go to shit
But we've got a lot, don't ever forget that
And I wrote this on an airplane where the people looks like ants
And when a woman that you loved is gone
She was bombing east Japan
And don't ****ing move
Cause everything you thought you had to 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