Quincentuple Your Money

Quincentuple Your Money

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: Ghost Stories)

There´s a letter at my momma´s house,
came with a folded flag.
It says Right now, I´m coming home in a body bag.

It´s a pride and a pain
that are one and the same.
It´s a burning cigarette,
it´s a horrible dream.

There´s a man in an office who´s going through files
and a woman who watches TV.

And she doesn´t get the jokes told be late night talk show hosts,
but for some reason she laughs anyway.

There´s this soap in my bathroom, and it´s all covered in a hairs.
There´s this hope in my brain, and it´s all covered in prayers.

There´s a girl in this town who doesn´t know I exist.
There´s a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist.

There´s 12 empty bottles on this table tonight.
There´s 4 lungs on fire and 4 burning eyes.

And something will explode, and someone will cry.
And someone will run out and never turn around.

There´s a park in this city where I used to go,
but now it´s covered with fences and cops and lightposts.
And I´d never go back if anything was the same,
but it kills me to know that it´s changed.

There´s these kids who have dreams.
There´s these dreams that will grow.
Until they get so goddamn big that they explode.

And what´s left in the smoke and the falling debris
is grownups like them and losers like me.
And what´s left in the smoke and the falling debris
is grownups like them and losers like me.

it´s grownups like them and losers like me
it´s grownups like them and losers like me

Yeah.
Tonight let´s go walking down Clark Street
and look at the new buildings that we´ve never seen.
We´ll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor
Tomorrow we´ll forget everything

and we´ll replay these days again.