Too bad about your place

Well that's how the cellophane curls

I will walk back tonight

Kick through the ashes of your guitar



In a long black coat, broken shoes

I was right there and you didn't know



Too bad about your place

Well that's what you get for being hungry

I will walk back tonight

With all my beautiful friends



Too bad you can't lay down

Well that's what you get for standing up

I will walk back tonight

Kick through the ashes of your guitar



In long black coat that looks like hell

With a ring I found by the biker bar

Where the smoke is trying to get away

I was right there and you didn't know