Three brides before breakfast
These rails, they just wrecked us
My right hand on my heart while my left hand snaps your necklace
Each day gets a little more scary
We're holding on, in a way, but just barely
Moms and dads are rationing their cash
For the commissary
But I can't start without going all the way
It's a habit, someone gave me, oh
The nursemaid of the blank page, a canary of the American eclipse
A profiteer picking up pink slips
This wish just to going back here
When I know I wasn't ever, ever happy
Show me my best memory, it's probably super crappy
Nine years down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes
Liars, lumps and drug addicts and drunks
I love my friends but I can't stop without going all the way
And I've been that way since '83
The midwife of the jetlife, oh genie with a golden spliff
A prostitute paid in pink slips
I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
When the call came, there was nobody here
When they came for the communism, I kissed them on the lips
Then they came for the singers in a haze of pink-slips
I guess I was just dreaming and drifting
I guess artificially lifted, only happy till the age of 10
Is still a gift, but we can't go back to those 227 days
It's just a dream we all were having
Hey, mariner in the dirt trade, oh, postman of the post-apocalypse
From Academy Awards to pink-slips
I showered my Corvette with Moët for years
Now I'm standing in the rain drinking the champagne of the beers
They said 'who's that shadow sneaking up behind the pier?'
He was rushed and he was rattled now he's finally in the clear
To be a, a refugee from the rat race with his white tuxedo and his sad face
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs of the autumn days
He's the laureate of the Granite State, now he doesn't even write, he just riffs
And they covered up his coffin with pink-slips
These rails, they just wrecked us
My right hand on my heart while my left hand snaps your necklace
Each day gets a little more scary
We're holding on, in a way, but just barely
Moms and dads are rationing their cash
For the commissary
But I can't start without going all the way
It's a habit, someone gave me, oh
The nursemaid of the blank page, a canary of the American eclipse
A profiteer picking up pink slips
This wish just to going back here
When I know I wasn't ever, ever happy
Show me my best memory, it's probably super crappy
Nine years down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes
Liars, lumps and drug addicts and drunks
I love my friends but I can't stop without going all the way
And I've been that way since '83
The midwife of the jetlife, oh genie with a golden spliff
A prostitute paid in pink slips
I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
When the call came, there was nobody here
When they came for the communism, I kissed them on the lips
Then they came for the singers in a haze of pink-slips
I guess I was just dreaming and drifting
I guess artificially lifted, only happy till the age of 10
Is still a gift, but we can't go back to those 227 days
It's just a dream we all were having
Hey, mariner in the dirt trade, oh, postman of the post-apocalypse
From Academy Awards to pink-slips
I showered my Corvette with Moët for years
Now I'm standing in the rain drinking the champagne of the beers
They said 'who's that shadow sneaking up behind the pier?'
He was rushed and he was rattled now he's finally in the clear
To be a, a refugee from the rat race with his white tuxedo and his sad face
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs of the autumn days
He's the laureate of the Granite State, now he doesn't even write, he just riffs
And they covered up his coffin with pink-slips