Broadripple Is Burning

Children, Broadripple is burning And the girls are getting sick Off huffing 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 trashed filled streets made me wish we were heading home 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 will go to shit Well, we've got a lot Don't ever forget that And I wrote this on airplane where the people looked like eggs And when a woman that you loved was gone, She was bombing East Japan And don't fucking move, 'Cause everything you thought you had 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 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