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 s.hit. we've got a lot, don't ever forget that.
Honey, Broadripple is burning and the girls
are getting sick off snortin' coke up in the bathroom while
their boyfriends pick up chicks. And darling I'm lost. I
heard you whispering that night in fountain square. The trash
filled streets made me wish we were heading
home.