Massacre

last call, last dime
you generalize all the time
I hate to tell you but your slip is showing
and I hate to see you walk around not knowing
I know I say that I ran away
but we both know how it's just talk
at the end of the day
if the time every came
who would run away if they knew they could walk?
it was easy, too easy to do
you ever walk out on me baby
I'm coming after you
I'm coming after you
broken people can't be stopped or saved
we're like hurricanes or tidal waves
leave a little mark on you like "oh, so what?"
so does lipstick around the sidewalk end of a cigarette butt
you know lately you don't even call me
half of the time when you tell me you will
you know they could bury this town into the cold ground
before they'd ever slow down that rumor mill
it just churns and turns out
another every other couple down
until I hear from you I've got to listen to what's going around
there's nothing in this world I would rather do
than roll around forever in some heaven with you
if there ain't no heaven that'll be alright to, won't it?
hell no, it won't but what are we going to do about it?
nothing
but, baby, maybe just call me
once in a while when you tell me you will
you know they could bury this town into the cold ground
before they'll ever slow down that rumor mill
it just churns and turns out
another every other couple down
until I hear from you I've got to listen to what's going around
until I hear from you I've got to listen to what's going around
[going around, what's going around, going around]