Oh if Johnny Cash is up in heaven
Then he is board to death
And probably wondering
Where the hell the jukebox is
And he misses his guitar
All of the dive bar bombshells up and shatter
When the sharpnel disco song is over
she looks all right when the music is tight
But she drops like a bag of sand
All of the stoics said
When Socrates was dead
He's a hero for every philosopher
Wants to pass with grace
That's a big mistake
The hemlock tasted likea whiskey drink oh
All of the angels clip their wings with scissors
Oh and Johnny Cash picks up the feathers
It pays all right but it's not quite like
When the marquee spelled his name
Oh when the marquee spelled his name
All of the dive bar graveyards raise their glasses
To the passing time and timeless passes
At quite first so it didn't hurt
When you fell from the heaven girl
All of the stoics said
When Socrates was dead
He's a hero for every philosopher
Wants to pass with grace
That's a big mistake
The hemlock tasted likea whiskey drink oh