From the windowsill we heard your lament
The mortician says you should've ran for parliament
And then he pockets your great grandfather's ring
And lays it down before the king

Still we didn't put the price on your head
No we swore that you were already dead
And John Lennon could've kicked that habit had he tried
Wiped his hands and waved goodbye to you
You're far too gone

Paid the cost
Community affair
Governing the state
Dying your hair
Watch the cops circle that block
Through the window 'round eleven o'clock

I'm the captain of this ship you call "the Runaway"
Tell your cousin that I'm sorry for the trouble I'm in
Another song for all my skeletons to sing
Oh Desdemona tell me about the lawsuit
"well you know the jury is sitting unsatisfied
dragged the lake but soon enough they'll find an alibi"
Grab her arm and say "hey baby get your ass in the car
it's not impossible to reach nirvana when you're sleeping with piranhas in Brazil"

Oh no!
Community affair
Governing the state
Dying your hair
Push and pull
Over that lock
Finding sad faces in the grandfather clock
Lookout!

Oh no!
Community affair
Governing the state
Dying your hair
Push and pull
Over that lock
Finding sad faces in the grandfather clock
Lookout!

Oh waster you're growing old
Oh waster you've grown old


Lyrics submitted by notashley

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