You could hardly call it sublime
But it was a pretty good time
She was resplendent in her fashion
She lacked that certain passion
For the lifestyle that had weaned her
It was such a different scene
And I tried to grow up mean
But never uttered a word-a
Even when I felt real bad
In the bar from the libraries
Wars and bowls of cherries
The rosemaries and the sages
And the wheat and wind and dirtiness
The prairies and the earthiness
And the wisdom and the truth
I was thinking just the other day
Was it fun, was it dumb, was it right?
Guess I'll get a case of beer
Looks like I'm gonna be up all night
Well it was neat and almost forgotten
Not quite like Johnny Rotten
All the punkers drank their fill
And they puked on the windowsill
Of a blurry, uncertain future
While bustin' all the sutures
Of a past tattooed with pain
And it took about forty full moons
And a hundred thousand sad tunes
A bad version of Purple Haze
Of jaded night inside her
I was thinking just the other day
Was it fun, was it dumb, was it right?
Guess I'll get a case of beer
Looks like I'm gonna be up all night
Well I tried to stay behind her
But the slipstream's a sidewinder
And I tripped on an ideal
And my heart burned a peel
So I collected my resources
And I ate about seven courses
She lived happily ever after
And I got caught in the laughter
And I wound up in the alley
With a broken heart to rally
And we ate it for dessert
And since then I never hurt-a
Or her blindness of her night
Me, I'm parallel with danger
Now that she's become a stranger
Gotta laugh when it hits the surface
Too bad the past can't find a purchase
I was thinking just the other day
Was it fun, was it dumb, was it right?
Guess I'll get a case of beer
Looks like I'm gonna be up all night
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