broadripple is burning Songtext
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broadripple is burning Songtext
Darling, Broadripple is burning
And the girls are getting sick
They′re snorting coke up in the bathroom
While their boyfriends pick up chicks
And darling I'm lost
I heard you whispering
That night in fountain square
The trash-filled streets made me wish we were heading home
And 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 I've ever 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
And if my woman was a fire
She′d burn out before I wake
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
Cigarettes, and outer space
If somebody moves
Then everything you thought you had will go to shit
And you've got a lot
Baby, don′t ever forget that
And I wrote this on the airplane where the people looked like ants
And when the woman that you loved was gone
She was bombing East Japan
And don't fucking move
′Cause everything we thought we had will go to shit
And we've got a lot
Baby, 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 the girls are getting sick
They′re snorting coke up in the bathroom
While their boyfriends pick up chicks
And darling I'm lost
I heard you whispering
That night in fountain square
The trash-filled streets made me wish we were heading home
And 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 I've ever 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
And if my woman was a fire
She′d burn out before I wake
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
Cigarettes, and outer space
If somebody moves
Then everything you thought you had will go to shit
And you've got a lot
Baby, don′t ever forget that
And I wrote this on the airplane where the people looked like ants
And when the woman that you loved was gone
She was bombing East Japan
And don't fucking move
′Cause everything we thought we had will go to shit
And we've got a lot
Baby, 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
Writer(s): Richard Charles Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com