8 years playing guitars together,
playing bars, whatever,
getting lost in bad weather
having nearly lost the fun
you turned up "Born To Run"
writing long postcards to
mothers with sons in the ER
and I moved into the VR
and somewhere, man in that passenger van
has left you a curse
'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse
uhhh
uhhh
Talking about smoking and the joys of pain
he shit his pants, and champagne,
and you brought an old professor over for Halloween
who shoved a handgun down his pants and climbed a tree
screaming "cunt", and shot his dick off
and I can't decide which is worse
'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse
uhhh
uhhh
taking on state lines, picking up parking fines
fathers driving us on our first tour 'cuz we can't drive
playing the same venue as Q and Not U,
then watching two lesbians tongue on a mechanical bull
it got kind of surreal, I guess that things had gotten worse
'cuz one man's limo is another man's hearse
uhhh
uhhh
there's nothing more gorgeous
or covered, I have found
than the northern part of this state at sundown
there's nothing more gorgeous
or covered, I have found
than the southern part of this state at sundown
there's nothing more gorgeous
or covered, I have found
than the eastern part of this state at sundown
there's nothing more gorgeous
or covered, I have found
than the western part of this state right now