confusion and black sand

oh children, broadripple is burning
and the girls are gettin sick
off huffing glue up in the bathroom
while their boyfriends pick up chicks
and darling i'm lost

i heard you whispering
that night in fountain square
trashed the streets
made you wish that i'd go home
there was love?
inside the basement
way back home we used to lie
in a sleeping bag we shared upon
the floor for almost every night

oh darling i'm drunk
everything that i had loved has turned to stone
so pack your bags and come back home

yeah i'm wasted
you can taste it
don't look at me that way
cause i'll be hanging from a rope
i'll be hangin from a rope

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 has gone to shit

we've got a lot
don't ever forget that
and i wrote this on airplane where the people look like ants

and when a woman that you love is gone
she was bombing east japan

don't fucking move

cause everything you think you have will go to shit

we've got a lot
don't ever forget that
yeah i'm wasted
you can taste it
don't look at me that way

cause i'll be hanging from a rope
i'll be hangin from a rope
yeah i'm wasted
you can taste it
don't look at me that way
cause i'll be hanging from a rope

i'll be hangin from a rope