On sleepless nights down in the laundrymat   Watching the clothes, ghosts playing tit for tat    We light a joint, talk about our old friends    Dead or alive our stories never end       Turn it over, look on the back page    There's Johnny GoGo looks like he'll never age    Sits in the Park House, drinking beer and landing flies    Just after noon, waiting for the trouble boys.       CHORUS       That's just the way it is here    No less and no more severe    That's just the way it is here    So pull up your socks and lean on your peers       Did you hear about Hank?    Booze rotted out his liver    Gray and depressed,    He gave his wife the finger    What about his kid,    What about his ex-wife    Ask themselves the same thing when they turn out the lights       I still remember the first time I saw him sing    2 black eyes, from a knuckle and a biker's ring    climbing up the speakers, hanging from The Balla rafters    Hamilton punk king swinging to his own disaster       CHORUS....       Pattie couldn't make it   She jumped right out the window    3 floors down 'cause they cut off her cable    Dan took the same fall    Fire ball on Hunter Street    Landed on the sidewalk    Looked just like a chicken wing       It was a heartfelt night it was raining    Tim told us the whole story    Hanging at the gas station    I never wanted to hear that description    But now I know what is and isn't fiction       CHORUS X2