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