Pink-Slips

Three brides before breakfast
These rails, they just wrecked us
Right hand on my heart while
My left hand snaps your necklace
Each day gets a little more scary
Holding on in a way, but just barely
Moms and dads are rationing their cash
For the commissary
But I can't stop without going all the way
It's a habit, someone gave me
A nursemaid of the blank page
Canary of the American eclipse
A prophet in picking up pink slips
This wish just to go back here
When I know it wasn't ever, ever happening
Show me my best memory, it's probably super crappy
Nine years, down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes
Liars, lumps and drug addicts and drunks
I love my friends but I can't stop without going all the way
And I've been that way since '83
Oh, midwife with a jet life, O genie with the golden spliff
A prostitute paid in pink slips
And I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
When the call came there was nobody here
When they came for the communists, I kissed them on the lips
Then they came for the singers in a haze of pink slips
Well I guess I was just dreamin' and driftin'
I was artificially lifted, only happy till the age of 10
It's still a gift, but we can't go back to those too, too seven days
It's just a dream we all were having
Now marinara on a church tray, a postman of post-Apocalypse
From Academy Awards to pink-slips
I show them my Corvette with my wet four years
And I'm standing in the rain drinkin' the champagne of beers
They say 'who's that shadow sneaking up behind the pier?'
He was rushed and he was rattled, now he's finally in the clear
To be a, a refugee from the rat race with his white tuxedo and a sad face
A music group that your dad plays, sing the songs about Autumn days
Now he's a laureate of the Granite State now he doesn't even write, he just rips
And they cover up his cot with pink-slips