Paroles: Horace Pinker. South Stanley Place.

drive down that dead end street it's where we used to live no revelation
there railroad tracks at the cul de sac the shopping carts and the furniture
barricades never did derail that train twisted metal and the broken frames
so were we thankful that it never happened here or did we wait for that
disaster drinking beer on the sofa on the rooftop of the upside down it's
all upside down it's all do you wish for tragedy just to see it happen here
or do you smile in a sigh of relief when your friend wakes up in a hospital
room no time for remorse now it's all been broken down a penny saved they
call a penny earned and we never learned that lesson there that year leaving
pennies on the railroad tracks as a flattened copper regret upside down
it's all upside down it's all driving down that dead end street it's where
we used to live