Where You Got Ain't What You're From

Heads up, the goodwill gypsy hath poured us another drink
Tonight feels like the olden times, with love so ripe it stinks
Living on pretzel rods, tequila shots, bummed smokes and wads of gum
You ever get the feeling that where you got ain't what you done come from
Heads up, our dreamy band was at Niagara Falls
The sea spray wet our bassists shirt, so she just took it off
In the parking lot, over beer we bought, we swore to get it done
You ever get the feeling that where you got ain't what you done come from
Heads up, the radio's popping a friend from way back then
Sounds like his manager hath drugged his angel and tied her up in the basement
And though I can't digest it, I wish him the best that a loser like me can summon
You ever get the feeling that where you got ain't what you done come from
Heads up, the terrace is darkened and the lightning bolts go 'shoosh'
Drunk, we reach out to fondle parts of the past and days I've missed (?)
Rubbing shoulders with new youthful holders of what once was ours and then some
You ever get the feeling that where you got ain't what you done come from
Yeah, our bombing mission, our rising sun, our mission come to fruition
You ever get the feeling that where you got is less than is, it isn't
Phoenix went to look for it's parents
The bar where I met you should be here
In protecting our flame, we forgot a few names
I bet their numbers would have changed anyhow