Mrs. Carver says she's sorry   She knows enough not to worry   But what does she know about crime?   Believes the town is sinking   The price of forward thinking   You stay up all night half the time      Racking your mind   Alone in the night   While all your neighbors sleep tight      Years ago she lost her daughter   Off to a sacred order   Where they got stoned and worked the earth   Clears up her head with bourbon   'Cause beer is so suburban   And declasse for what it's worth      She drinks it down, down, down   For all the old, old days   She's thinking of it now   It's nice to get away   But what a fine day for a parade      She stays up mending curtains   Until her fingers hurt, and   You can get so bored of it all   No one can say for certain   She'll never safely know when   An asteroid will kill us all      She drinks it down, down, down   For all the old, old days   She's thinking of it now   It's nice to get away   But what a fine day for a parade      She drinks it down, down, down   For all the old, old days   She's thinking of it now   It's nice to get away   But what a fine day for a parade      What a fine day for a parade   What a fine day for a parade   What a fine day for a parade   ...