Three brides before breakfast These reds, they just wrecked us Right hand on my heart around My left hand snaps your necklace Each day is a little more scary Holding on, get away just barely Moms and dads are rationing their cash For the commissary But I can't stop without going all the way It's a habit, someone gave me up This maid of the blank page, can the laired eclipse A profiteer picking up pink slips This wish just to going back there When I know it wasn't ever, ever happening Show me my best memory, it's probably super crappy Nine years down in Texas with s*uts of both s**es sponsored links 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 Oh, midwife with a jet life or a genie with a golden spliff A prostitute paid in pink-slips And I crushed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors When the cold came, there was nobody here
When they came for the communist, I kissed him on the lips When they came with the singers in haze of pink-slips, oh Is it a kiss or it's just a dream and I'm drifting? Or artificially lifted, only happy till the age of 10 It's still a gift, but we can't go back, those too too sad and dies It's just a dream we all have Now I know in the touch lane, a post per post of puckered lips From Academy Awards to pink-slips I show them my Corvette with my wet four years And I'm standing in the rain to get the champagne or beers They said 'who's that shadow sneaking up behind the pier?' He was rushing he was rattled now he's finally in the clear To be a, a refugee from the rat race with a swag tuxedo in his sad face A music room that you can't place, sing the songs on all them tapes He's the lonely aid on the planet state now he doesn't even write, he just rows And they cover up his cot with pink-slips