Three brides before breakfast
These rails just wrecked us
My right hand on my heart
While my left hand snaps your necklace
Each day gets a little more scary
We're holding on  in a way
But just barely
Moms and Dads are rationing their cash
For the commissary
But I can't start without going
All the way - it's a habit someone gave me
The nursemaid of the blank page
A canary of the American eclipse
A profiteer picking up pink slips

This wish just to go back  hey
When I know wasn't ever  ever happy
Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy
Nine years down in Texas  with sluts of both sexes
Liars  lumps  and drug addicts  and drunks;
I love my friends
But I can't stop without going all the way  a
Nd I've been that way since '83
The midwife of the jetlife
Oh  genie with a golden spliff
A prostitute paid in pink slips

I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
When the call came  there was nobody here
When they came from the communists
I kissed them on the lips
Then they came for the singers
In a haze of pink slips

I guess I was just dreaming and drifting
I guess I was artificially lifted
Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift
But we can't go back to those "227" days
It's just a dream we all were having
Hey  mariner in the dirt trade  Oh
Postman of the post-apocalypse - from Academy Awards to pink slips

And I showered my Corvette with Mo毛t for years
But now I'm standing in the rain
Drinking the champagne of beers
They say  "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier
He was rushed and then he was rattled
But now he's finally in the clear
To be a refugee from the rat race
In his white tuxedo and his sad-face
A music group that your dad plays
Singing songs about autumn days
He's the laureate of the Granite State
And now he doesn't even write
He just riffs
And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips "