Broadripple Is Burning

Children, Broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
Off huffing glue in the bathroom
While your boyfriends pick up chicks
And darling, I’m lost
I heard you whispering that night in Fountain Square
Trash-filled streets made you wish you were headed home
There was love inside the basement
Where that woman used to lie
In a sleeping bag we shared
Upon the floor almost every night
And darling I’m drunk
And everything that I have loved has turned to stone
So pack your bags and come back home
And I’m wasted, you can taste it
Don’t look at me that way
Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost
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 has gone to shit
We got a lot, don’t ever forget that
And I wrote this on an airplane
Where the people looked like eggs
And when a woman that you love is gone
She was bombing East Japan
And don’t fucking move
Because everything you thought you had will go to shit
We got a lot, don’t you dare forget that
And I’m wasted, you can taste it
Don’t look at me that way
Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost
And I’m wasted, you can taste it
Don’t look at me that way
Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope
I will haunt you like a ghost