Quincentuple Your Money

There's a letter at my mother's house
 It 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 by the 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 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 twelve empty bottles on this table tonight
 There's four lungs on fire and four burning eyes
 And something will explode
 And someone will cry
 And someone will run out
 And never turn around
 There's a park in the city where I used to go
 But now it's covered with fences and cops and light posts
 And I'd never go back even if it was the same
 But it kills me to know that it's changed
 There's these kids who have dreams
 And 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
 Grownups like them and losers like me
 Grownups like them and losers like me
 Tonight let's go walking down Clark Street
 And look at the 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