This is the routine hour of day
When all the cars are cold and crying
Then comes the best time of night
When all the streets begin unwinding

I foresee some spinning, drinking, window siling kind of night

Scare me out
Paint my legs red
So I donʼt return here again

This is the worst time of day
When all the cars are cold and crying
This is the sweetest hour of night
When the whiskeyʼs poured and pills are tryin

To do dirty deeds, and to help me reveal words I never could see

Scare me out
Paint my legs red
So I donʼt return here again

This is the Piper Pink Parade
When the brainʼs grown tired and mouth is whining
I canʼt breathe, no sorrow here left within me

Scare me out
Paint my legs red
So I donʼt return here again
Scare me out
Paint my legs red
So I donʼt return here again


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Piper Pink Parade song meanings
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