Intro -x2-: Gm  Eb  Bb

          Gm             Eb
Children, Broadripple is burning
        Bb
And the girls are gettin' sick
           Gm             Eb
Of huffin' glue up in the bathroom
           Bb
While your boyfriends pick up chicks
                Gm
And darling I'm lost
            Eb               Bb
I heard you whispering that night in fountain square
                 Gm              Eb                    Bb
The trash filled streets made me wish we were heading home.


              Gm              Eb
And there was love inside the basement
           Bb
Where that woman used to lie
     Gm              Eb
In a sleeping bag we shared
         Bb
Upon the floor almost every night
                Gm
And darling I'm drunk
     Eb                 Bb
everything that I have loved is turned to stone
             Gm      Eb         Bb
So pack your bag and come back home.


        Gm
And I'm wasted
        Eb
You can taste it
      Bb       Bb       Gm
Don't look at me that way
               Eb         Gm
'cause I'll be hanging from a rope
       Eb         Bb      Gm    
I will haunt you like a ghost.

Interlude: Gm  Eb  Bb

      Gm          Eb
If my woman was a fire
           Bb
She'd burn out before I wake
         Gm                 Eb
And be replaced by pints of whiskey
    Bb
Cigarettes, and outer space
            Gm
If somebody moves
     Eb                     Bb
everything you thought you had will go to xxxx
            Gm         Eb       Bb
We've got a lot, don't ever forget that.


      Gm               Eb
And I wrote this on an airplane
          Bb
Where the people looked like eggs
           Gm             Eb
And when a woman that you loved was gone
        Bb
She was bombing east Japan
                  Gm
And don't xxxxing move
            Eb                     Bb
'cause everything you thought you have will go to xxxx
            Gm         Eb              Bb
We've got a lot, don't you dare to forget that.


        Gm
And I'm wasted
        Eb
You can taste it
      Bb       Bb       Gm
Don't look at me that way
               Eb         Gm
'cause I'll be hanging from a rope
       Eb         Bb      Gm    
I will haunt you like a ghost.

Interlude -x4-: Gm  Eb  Bb

        Gm
And I'm wasted
        Eb
You can taste it.
      Bb       Bb       Gm
Don't look at me that way
               Eb         Gm
'cause I'll be hanging from a rope
       Eb         Bb      Gm    
I will haunt you like a ghost.