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
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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