Yellowed, creased and crumbled faces still
smile. Snap-shot begging "Please don't forget me."
Seems everybody's got a set of good old days they
like to remember themselves back into when their
current state is lacking in some way. Mean sweet
and empty my teeth are singing...
"Sugar, come back to the cavity."
Buckle in, settle down. You've got a ways left to
go. (Interstate 80 back to the city three hour delay
six kids laid out on the highway it was a brand-new
van must've got a bad flat...)
Every good day gets old.

Lyrics submitted by Rubisco

Bad Flat song meanings
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