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Piecing it together in a highway town |
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Another store-front cemetery |
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(2nd verse same as the first) |
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Piecing it together in a highway town |
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Another store-front cemetery |
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What we know for sure is going down |
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Read the papers, the obituaries |
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Straight gin, a sin and rolling one |
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He'll be in the obituaries |
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Throw the empty bottle and then run |
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Broke the window of that store-front cemetery |
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He's dressing up |
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He's going blind |
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He's throwing up |
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Just to unwind |
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He's dressing up |
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He's going blind |
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He's throwing up |
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Just to unwind |
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He's dressing up |
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He's going blind |
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He's throwing up |
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Just to unwind |
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He's dressing up |
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He's going blind |
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He's throwing up |
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Just to unwind |
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We wore that shirt |
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Got called a fag |
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It didn't hurt |
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No, not today |
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We wore that shirt |
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Got called a fag |
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It didn't hurt |
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No, not today |
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We wore that shirt |
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Got called a fag |
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It didn't hurt |
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No, not today |
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We wore that shirt |
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Got called a fag |
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It didn't hurt |
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No, not today |
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Another pointless song comes out of the pen |
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Read it back and cry |
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Fact is, we'll die and never live again |
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We'll just wonder why. |
