Children， broadripple is burning，
And the girls are getting sick，
Off huffin' glue up in the bathroom，
While your boyfriend's pickin 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