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Children, Broadripple is burning, and the girls are getting sick Of huffing glue up in the bathroom While your boyfriends pick up chicks, And darling I'm lost, I heard you whispering that night in the fountain square, The trash filled streets Made me wish that you were heading home.
There was love inside the basement Where that woman use to lie In the sleeping bag we shared upon the floor almost every night And darling I'm drunk, and everything you thought you had will turn 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. Coz I'll be hanging from a rope And I will haunt you like a ghost.
If my woman was a fire, She'd burn out before I wake And be replaced by pints of whiskey, Cigarettes and outer space If somebody moves, then everything you thought you had will go to shit, We've got a lot, don't you dare forget that.
And I wrote this on an airplane, Where the people look like eggs N' when the woman that you love Is gone, she was bombing east Japan If somebody moves, and 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 Coz I'll be hanging from a rope, And I will haunt you like a ghost.