Piecing It Together

(Album: Born Ruffians - 2006)

Piecing it together in a highway town
Another store-front cemetery

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Piecing it together in a highway town
Another store-front cemetery
What we know for sure is going down
Read the papers, the obituaries
Straight gin, a sin and rolling one
He'll be in the obituaries
Throw the empty bottle and then run
Broke the window of that store-front cemetery

He's dressing up, he's going blind
He's throwing up just to unwind
He's dressing up, he's going blind
He's throwing up just to unwind
He's dressing up, he's going blind
He's throwing up just to unwind
He's dressing up, he's going blind
He's throwing up just to unwind

We wore that shirt, got called a fag
It didn't hurt, no, not today
We wore that shirt, got called a fag
It didn't hurt, no, not today
We wore that shirt, got called a fag
It didn't hurt, no, not today
We wore that shirt, got called a fag
It didn't hurt, no, not today

Another pointless song comes out of the pen
Read it back and cry
Fact is, we'll die and never live again
We'll just wonder why
Just wonder why