children, broad ripple is burning and the girls are getting sick off huffin’ coke up in the bathroom while your boyfriends pick up chicks and darling, i’m lost i heard you whispering that night fountain square the trash filled streets made me wish were heading home and there was love inside the basement where that woman used to lie in a sleeping bag we shared upon the floor almost every night and darling, i’m drunk everything i’ve loved is 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 i’ll be hanging from a rope i will haunt you like a ghost if my on fire she’d burn out before i wake and be replaced with pints of whisky cigarettes and outerspace if somebody moves everything you have will go to shit we’ve got alot don’t you dare forget that and i wrote this on an airplane where the people looked like eggs when the woman that you loved has gone she was bombing east japan don’t fucking move ’cause everything i thought i had has gone to shit we’ve got alot don’t ever forget that and i’m wasted you can taste it don’t look at me that way i’ll be hanging from a rope i will haunt you like a ghost a ghost a ghost