Children broadripple is burning   And the girls are getting sick   Off huffin' glue up in the bathroom   While your 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 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 eggs   And when a woman that you loved is gone   She was bombing east Japan      And don't fucking 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