Three brides before breakfast
These rails, they just wrecked us
Right hand on my heart, oh, while
My left hand snaps your necklace
Each day gets a little more scary
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
A nursemaid of the blank page
Canary of the American eclipse
A profiteer picking up pink slips
This wish just to go back, hey
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 start without going all the way
And I've been that way since '83
Oh, midwife of the jet life
Oh, genie with a golden spliff
A prostitute paid in pink-slips
And I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
When the call came, there was nobody here
When they came for the communist, I kissed him on the lips
Then they came with the singers in haze of pink slips, oh
Said, I would guess I was just dreaming and drifting
Artificially lifted
Only happy till the age of ten is still a gift
But we can't go back to those 2-2-7 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!
And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years
Now I'm standing in the rain to get the champagne of beers
They say, "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 his white tuxedo and sad face
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs of autumn days
He's the laureate of the Granite State
Now he doesn't even write, he just riffs
And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips"
