Broadripple Is Burning

And the girls are getting sick

Of 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 that 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 ants

And when a woman that you loved is gone

She was bombing east Japan

And don't ****ing 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