Honey broadripple is burning 

and the girls are gettin sick 

off snorting 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 

trashed the streets makes me wish that i'd go home 

there?was love?inside the basement 

way back home we used to lie 

in a sleeping?bag we shared upon 

the floor for?almost every night 

oh darling i'm drunk 

everything that i had loved has turned to stone 

so pack your bags and come back home 

yeah i'm wasted 

you can taste it 

don't look at me that way 

cause i'll be hanging from a rope 

i'll be hangin from a rope 

if my woman was a fire 

she'd burn out before i wake 

and be replaced by pounds of whiskey 

cigarettes and outer space 

then somebody moves 

and everything you thought you had has gone to shit 

we've got a lot 

don't ever forget that 

and i wrote this on airplane where the people look like ants 

and when a woman that you love is gone 

she was bombing east japan 

don't fucking move 

cause everything you think you have will go to shit 

we've got a lot 

don't ever forget that 

yeah i'm wasted 

you can taste it 

don't look at me that way 

cause i'll be hanging from a rope 

i'll be hangin from a rope 

yeah i'm wasted 

you can taste it 

don't look at me that way 

cause i'll be hanging from a rope 

i'll be hangin from a rope