On sleepless nights down in the laundrymat

Watching the clothes, ghosts playing tit for tat 

We light a joint, talk about our old friends 

Dead or alive our stories never end 



Turn it over, look on the back page 

There's Johnny GoGo looks like he'll never age 

Sits in the Park House, drinking beer and landing flies 

Just after noon, waiting for the trouble boys. 



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That's just the way it is here 

No less and no more severe 

That's just the way it is here 

So pull up your socks and lean on your peers 



Did you hear about Hank? 

Booze rotted out his liver 

Gray and depressed, 

He gave his wife the finger 

What about his kid, 

What about his ex-wife 

Ask themselves the same thing when they turn out the lights 



I still remember the first time I saw him sing 

2 black eyes, from a knuckle and a biker's ring 

climbing up the speakers, hanging from The Balla rafters 

Hamilton punk king swinging to his own disaster 



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Pattie couldn't make it

She jumped right out the window 

3 floors down cuz they cut off her cable 

Dan took the same fall 

Fire ball on Hunter Street 

Landed on the sidewalk 

Looked just like a chicken wing 



It was a heartfelt night it was raining 

Tim told us the whole story 

Hanging at the gas station 

I never wanted to hear that description 

But now I know what is and isn't fiction 



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