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Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard? Like a number on a scorecard. They`re gonna wrap you up in corn silk They`re gonna cry like you were spilled milk.
You`d better take another Quaalude And get yourself corkscrewed. I understand that you got cold feet But why`d you have to take `em down a side street?
I must be dumber than a spit curl Ôcause I got hung up on a showgirl Now I look like I`m a scarecrow I might as well go on a talk show
CHORUS And this ain`t home anymore ItÕs just four walls and a floor Home is where you get the goods for free This is just the house that used to be Yeah the house that used to be
You`re gonna wind up in a graveyard Like another girl who co-starred They`re gonna wrap you up in corn silks They`re gonna cry like you were spilled milk
And in the far off wail of freight trains And in the lonely howl of Great Danes I hear the girl I lost forever I hear the girl I lost forever